Outside,
the church bells
ring;
their chimes cut
through
a gray Whitechapel morning
to greet and to
begin
another week.
Inside,
the gloom
persists;
the fog remains
and hope is still
elusive.
Outside,
the church bells
ring;
their chimes cut
through
a gray Whitechapel morning
to greet and to
begin
another week.
Inside,
the gloom
persists;
the fog remains
and hope is still
elusive.
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 pencil in 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.