POEM: BABY SISTER'S CLUB by Mike L. Nichols
The child toddles off alone
down the cobbled twilight lane
while his sister starts to moan
at the blackening window pane.
Mother’d said, “You must stay here
while I find bread and wood.”
The children shivered there in fear
until he got too hungry to be good.
Mike L. Nichols is a graduate of Idaho State University and a recipient of the Ford Swetnam Poetry Prize. He lives and writes in Eastern Idaho. Look for his poetry in Rogue Agent, Tattoo Highway, Ink&Nebula, Plainsongs Magazine, and elsewhere. Find more at deadgirldancing.net