Lisa Zaran “Father Won’t You Be My Friend”
Lisa Zaran Father Won’t You Be My Friend It’s not because I was your daughter you treated me in such a way as if the sweetness lay in not having to talk about anything important, our conversations...
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Lisa Zaran Subordinate Maybe that’s what she meant when I saw her for just that moment, handcuffed and gleeful, a thinker without a filter, propped on the curb while police roamed around her, cigarette...
View ArticleElizabeth Alford “Rush”
Elizabeth Alford Rush As if sensing my world needed brightening, all the street lamps lit up at once — and for a moment, I forgot (with a child’s neon wonderment) there‘s no such thing as magic....
View ArticleJeff Kennedy “Incubated Dreamy Bits”
Jeff Kennedy Incubated Dreamy Bits I woke in the morning to the rain tiptoeing on the windowsill and thought. Jeff Kennedy is a Mexican-Canadian-American living in California where he writes code by...
View ArticleMark Butler “Hemingway Prepares”
Mark Butler Hemingway Prepares It was good to clean the weapon he would use for his last kill, when he would bag the elusive prey he had stalked all his life Mark Butler is still crazy after 68 years...
View ArticleLaura Foley “Flowers in a Ball Jar”
Laura Foley Flowers in a Ball Jar I see in the B, her generous swirls, her upward curve, the everything’s alright of Barbara-with her fine cigarettes, glasses of wine, the aroma of bread she toasted...
View ArticleChris Bodor “Fish Story”
Chris Bodor Fish Story Exiting the Chinese restaurant with our after-movie meal I decide not to rescue the exotic fish, leaving them to swim in the tank while I continue to make choices between love...
View ArticleSteve Klepetar “Early Snow”
Steve Klepetar Early Snow Today apples tumble as wind tears them from trees, and they bounce and roll in the dying grass as though you were here again gathering fruit with your calloused hands, your...
View ArticleSteve Klepetar “A Story”
Steve Klepetar A Story I’ll tell you a story about a frog and a snake and a tree that grew by the river’s edge, how that tree leapt up into light, its branches wound through the canopy, how the green...
View ArticleRoy Dorman “What’s For Lunch?”
Roy Dorman What’s For Lunch? After having been together for more than fifty years, it’s his first morning without her, and though there is pancake mix, as well as eggs, syrup, and cooking oil, he sits...
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Today marks the 4th anniversary of One Sentence Poems going live. We published our first poem on March 14, 2014. It was by Eric Burke. We’ve made an Eric Burke poem an anniversary tradition at OSP,...
View ArticleEric Burke “Patient”
Eric Burke Patient At sunset, he sits on the easement, broken death mask in his hands. Eric Burke programs computers and writes poems in Columbus, OH.
View ArticleAmanda Laughtland “Classical Art”
Amanda Laughtland Classical Art I wish I could paint the glow of this row of streetlights through the moon roof of your car while the moon itself half-hides behind the gray, graceful columns (doric,...
View ArticleMeg Hansen “Art Crime/Graffiti”
Meg Hansen Art Crime/Graffiti What have you scribbled with permanent ink on my shadow? Meg Hansen is a locally syndicated Vermont-based columnist and Dartmouth College alumna. My essays and poetry have...
View ArticleCrystal Ignatowski “Insomnia”
Crystal Ignatowski Insomnia The moon, unable to retire, hangs in the sky like an empty noose and I, still awake, still waking, wait. Crystal Ignatowski, thankfully, has overcome insomnia.
View ArticleDavid James “Gone”
David James Gone My friend, you can’t hide behind a broken dream because the gardenia’s hint that fills your air with her perfumed scent will remain residue and thoughts of her on the stairs up to your...
View ArticleJoe Cottonwood “Physics”
Joe Cottonwood Physics Today I jogged two and a half miles with my son, read a book about Hiroshima, watched a football game on television (somebody won, somebody lost), ate a good dinner, put the...
View ArticleHowie Good “The War Against My Great-Grandparents”
Howie Good The War Against My Great-Grandparents You closed your eyes to it, and closed your mind to it, ignored what was grabbing for them with big, meaty hands, and they ended up in the ovens, but...
View ArticleHowie Good “Being Digital”
Howie Good Being Digital A zillion raucous crows in a bare, black tree all the unread emails in an inbox Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
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