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