A quiet undercurrent

Serves as accompaniment

In searching for placement

For orphaned words

Or scattered thoughts

Recklessly joined together.

And sometimes

A distraction

As I watch

A ragged group

Embracing and embraced

By creative noise

Arms and hands

And legs

Spread impossibly wide

To let their muses in

Before I return

To my solitary invocation.


Anne Mikusinski  has been writing poetry and short stories since she was seven years old and most probably making them up long before she could hold a pen or pencil in my her hand.

She finds inspiration in music and art, and sometimes, even little things that happen every day. Her influences range from Robert Frost and Dylan Thomas to David Byrne and Nick Cave, and she hopes one day, her work will inspire others in the same way these writers have inspired her.

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