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Bobby "Fire Poet" Breen - The Eighth Circle

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Arrived IN SEPTEMBER!

Introducing Undertow: A Tidal Pool of Poems 

Robert (Bobby) Breen's newest collection of 75 poems.  


"In Breen's poems the oblique adventures of a boy's feet find affection in a grown man's eye, mischief found innocent by the unflinching Jesuit, a boy's suffering of rejection is fused in the hazards of hard life with the dignified exuberance of a lover."
- Richard Taylor, poet, author, educator, coach, Fulbright scholar


"Breen's work is of a vintage. It's been brewing for a long time! His poems let us in on a world both private and public, where 'We share the adventure.' Out of myth and meter he spins the yarn. From the streets of Boston to the coast of Maine, his words stand clear. He has the fire in his belly and he has given us a good read."

- Steve Luttrell, Portland, Maine poet laureate (2010-2012); founder and publishing editor of The Cafe Review


Available for purchase at:

Gulf of Maine Books, Brunswick 

Sherman's Bookstores, All locations

Print:A Bookstore Portland


Video

Bobby Breen stories and poems

Interview with Jan Carson at the Heaney HomePlace

A Reading with Bobby Breen

Bobby reads from his book, Undertow, a Tidal Pool of Poems at the Curtis Memorial Library

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    PAST EVENTS

    BOOK READING

    Bobby Breen in Conversation


    The Helicon

    Bellaghy, Northern Ireland

    A conversation with Bobby Breen. 

    His Boston fireman’s gift With BREEN in scarlet lacquer on its spread Fantailing brim’ ‘Helmet’, Seamus Heaney

    Bobby Breen, Boston firefighter and poet, was immortalized in Seamus Heaney’s poem ‘Helmet’. We are delighted to welcome him to HomePlace, where he will talk about the now famous meeting that led to that poem, and read from his own work.

    Bobby was born and raised in Boston, where he graduated from the University of Massachusetts with a Bachelor of Science. After his decades-long career as a firefighter, he retired, taking his love of writing to the next level by entering graduate school and attending the summer writing program at Harvard University. In 2015 he was awarded the Margaret F. Tripp Poetry Award 

    The Helicon Sunday 16 September 2018, 15:00

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    Poem


    Boston Literary Magazine  March 2020 


    A Boy Who Jumped Out of a Night Sky 


     So much depends

     on fast wheels

     of a red fire truck 


    arriving your lifeless form 

    lying in the street

    face expressive 

    as Donatella’s David

     

    you should have grown

    to an elderly future 

    with children

    and grandchildren 


    of your own

    expiring some

    idol summers eve 

    in your solitary garden


    not this dreadful loss

    of the secret chord

    you might have played 

    for your beloved


    your bright white-shining sneakers 

    and tailored denim jeans 

    suggest abundant care

    given to one so young


    Your towhead hair

    falls across an angelic

    now sunken adolescent face

    encircled by a bright red halo


    this little island

    gone so silent

    I do not hear


    the steady traffic

    flowing all around me

    as we await the coroner


    knowing his status update

    will not shield

    your parent’s pain


    my breath catches imagining

    with cradled helmet

    under one arm


    open to a taciturn heaven

    wondering what Goliath

    rules this day I rue



    A Widow of Dublin

    for Marie Heaney

    Their known Sagittarius Moon shone full-bright.

    This couple cast stones at a sprig of

    mistletoe till it fell to her left hand.

    Their walk was a bit slower this new year

    through a forest of yew, oak, and beech.


    Traditions of their tribes have all but fallen

    away; magick of keeping families

    safe, with a Norse, Irish primeval myth.

    Now children pick the white berries on

    Christmas Eve for a secretive kiss.


    Fierce lightning, seeds-of-fire poetry 

    that burnt so bright in him kindly turned 

    to that fall Golden Bough. Strolling on this

    Midsummer’s Night, she’s unable to

    bring herself to toss a stone alone.



     COMMUNION ARTS JOURNAL 13: 2020 AUSTRALIA  


    ROBERT BREEN


    Deception Island

    …for there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men      — Herman Melville


    Caldera shape, ebb tide black beach, littered
    with sun bleached bones, rusting skeletons
    like old furnaces, storage tanks, rise like Moai,
    detritus left by men’s fraught pelagic
    harpoon slaughter thru Nantucket sleigh rides.
    Ignored quotas fueled candlelight for generations,
    driving fellow travelers to the brink—
    they should decompose on the ocean floor.
    So I muse to what we have done
    to their hearts larger than our bodies,
    stomachs full of the same plastic feeding
    drifting gyres made from our voracity.
    Man-of-War in their eternal flight brings
    a simple answer on shimmering wings.




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