Winter 2018, Winter 2018 Poetry January 21, 2018March 7, 2018 My Muse by Michael Estabrook The last thing I wanted was to wake up 3 a.m. turn on the light fumble for my pad and pen but the Muse kept nudging me hissing in my ear “come on man move it I got things to say.” CultureAmericanWinter 2018 IssuePublished PoetryMichael Estabrook Biography Related Michael Estabrook poem