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.

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