by Anne Mikusinski

Baby-stepping their way
Across blank pages.

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Life is a pie chart
Shade it three quarters dark
Due to waiting
For news
Or answers
Or reasons why
But keep that one fourth bright
For moments
Kept in memory.

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Three AM

Outside
The rain whispers
Playing counterpart to sounds
Inside
Soft tapping of keys
Give birth to ideas
Baby-stepping their way
Across blank pages.
From another room
Brushed drumbeats and low strings
Spread light upon a scene of
Quiet work
And little sleep

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As Yet

Tonight I read
As if you were listening
Attentively
While hidden
In a quiet corner
3 lit
And undisclosed
But there.
As underneath
An imaginary spotlight
I revealed
My true intentions.

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© Anne Mikusinski

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Anne Mikusinski (she/her) has always been in love with words, whether they have been read or spoken aloud. She has been writing poems and short stories since she was seven years old. Her influences range from Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath to David Byrne and Nick Cave. She hopes that someday, her writing will be as much of an influence on someone as these writers have been on her.

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