Eyes can be confined but
not tamed.
They pace behind barriers,
paw at glass.
You only think they
want to play.
Come in here,
they say.
It is feeding time, and you
Look away while you can.
FLIGHT INTO
One firefly blinks in the dusk, the sun just down.
the slow descent—first to equinox, then toward
Then again, all darknesses must seem too long to
lullaby
morning rainstorm;
I sit alone, surrounded
by persistent ghosts
who are not ready
for curfew, for
a good day's rest,
not without one
more story, told to
shadows and walls
chattering over each other,
the weird kid in the corner,
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RE: PERCUSSION
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READY BAGGAGE
There is something to be said
At the least, it should keep one
Have a seat and close the door
late dinner turned Last Supper,
a second opinion that confirms
Optimists must buckle at that
better to shrug, smirk, blow cool
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Today’s LittleNip:
countless
—Steve Brisendine
on a beach—and
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Steve Brisendine lives, works and remains unbeaten against the New York Times crosswords in Mission, KS. He was recently seen on Medusa’s Form Fiddlers’ Friday with his original poetry form, the Dividita. A 2024 Pushcart Prize nominee, he has appeared in Modern Haiku, Flint Hills Review, I-70 Review and other publications and anthologies. He has no degrees, one tattoo and an unironic fondness for strip-mall Chinese food. Write to him at steve.brisendine@live.com. Welcome to the Kitchen, Steve, and don’t be a stranger!
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