The Drummer


The Drummer


Perched in his highchair,

spaghetti spread in front of him,

Brycen bangs his little fists

on the tray in a staccato beat.


He snares strings of pasta

drenched in sauce,

rolls them to his mouth,

his smile a cymbal ringing out.



Robin Wright


Robin Wright lives in Southern Indiana. Her work has appeared in Ariel Chart, Minnow Literary Magazine, Ekphrastic Review, Re-side, Black Bough Poetry, Spank the Carp, Muddy River Poetry Review, Rat’s Ass Review, and others. One of her poems was nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Panoply, and her first chapbook, Ready or Not, was recently published by Finishing Line Press.


  1. thanks for the playfulness who says poetry needs to be serious all the time.

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