top of page
Stephanie Zultanky
Until morning
When I stop scrolling
to lie in a darkness with no stars,
the fear I feel isn’t
ghosts floating by my bedside
or monsters underneath,
not the bear, or even the man
next to me in the forest,
but, instead,
my very own mind, my thoughts
insistent, persistent, consistent,
stretched across the infinity
until morning.
Stephanie Zultanky holds an MA in writing that she has not used in a very long time. Way back at the beginning of this century, her poetry was published in the online journal Right Hand Pointing. After a whirlwind twenty years including divorce, a handful of children, and three distinct careers, she finds herself — again, finally — breathing, and returning to poetry.
bottom of page