Two Poems By Steve Brisendine

Blue note
upon bent string
upon hushed interlude –
he leans back, eyes closed, and works dark
like he took shape at twilight and
has to blow town by dawn
with a bag full
of souls. 
January Mummer
dusk, and something
flutters in dun grass -- one
dry oak leaf mimics a dying

Steve Brisendine is a writer, poet, occasional artist and recovering journalist living in Mission, Kansas. His poetry appears in the third and most recent volume of the 365 Days Poets anthology. His first full-length collection, The Words We Do Not Have, is due out in spring 2021 from Spartan Press.


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