Scott Hughes “Will”
Scott Hughes Will You died two years ago, but since you don’t have a gravesite, I find myself still leaving you messages on social media, digital prayers that I hope reach you through the code of...
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Chris Callard Cheer Up, Pal When nights are lonesome and days feel phony, think of the poor old abalone. Chris Callard lives in Lakewood, CA, adjacent to the literary and sports center of Long Beach.
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From Your Editors One Sentence Poems is taking a short break starting today and resuming publication on July 3. Dale, Elizabeth, & Tony are the editors of One Sentence Poems.
View ArticleHowie Good “The Rise and Fall of Rock Stars”
Howie Good The Rise and Fall of Rock Stars The night Elvis died on the toilet he was like a circus without wild animals. Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
View ArticleDevon Balwit “In Memoriam”
Devon Balwit In Memoriam in me also, bright sulfur, the flare of a dying empire, the insistence that you notice even as I am going down // in each upturned face a wince, a thrill at the blast not quite...
View ArticleGil Hoy “Threw It Away Years Ago”
Gil Hoy Threw It Away Years Ago I’ve no use for a stainless steel lightweight, corrosive resistant contraption that encumbers my wrist and can’t tell me anything useful anyway: Like when my kids might...
View ArticleAlexandra Egan “February 17th”
Alexandra Egan February 17th On my mother’s birthday Earle and I eat Thai food and he puts his hand on my hair, on my ear, tells me to take antidepressants. Alexandra Egan is a writer and set designer...
View ArticleBarbara E. Young “Wild Blackberry Jam”
Barbara E. Young Wild Blackberry Jam The morning rose foggy with nothing of the night’s roiling, window-rocking storm left behind, only guitar-pick-shaped petals, ivory, scattered on the porch under...
View ArticleJ. R. Solonche “When I Found Myself”
J. R. Solonche When I Found Myself When I found myself, on this bright sunny May morning, driving behind a shiny black hearse, looking at the bright blue sky and the bright white clouds reflected in...
View ArticleJ. R. Solonche “One Foot Apart”
J. R. Solonche One Foot Apart When I’m writing a poem, I’m marking time with its foot, but when I’m not writing a poem, I’m marking time with my foot. J. R. Solonche, who has been publishing since the...
View ArticleJ. R. Solonche “One Word”
J. R. Solonche One Word One word leads to another, and perhaps someday I’ll find out which. J. R. Solonche, who has been publishing since the early 70s, is author of six books of poetry, coauthor of...
View ArticleMark Young “geographies: Roscommon”
Mark Young geographies: Roscommon In isolation, adipose tissue reduces the microcosm that is Ireland into a gated community of various migratory & local birds who share a propensity to commit mass...
View ArticleMark Young “Azul”
Mark Young geographies: Azul The failure of English pianos due to less effective parental discipline was par- ticularly noticeable in the Argentine. Mark Young‘s most recent book is les échiquiers...
View ArticleMelanie Du Bose “Paper Boats”
Melanie Du Bose Paper Boats They’re folded together so carefully these words, which sink without a sound in a lake, that is not really a lake, but a blown up pool in someone’s front yard, the neighbors...
View ArticleM.J. Iuppa “To Destination”
M.J. Iuppa To Destination Scopello, Sicily, 2018 No street signs, only switch- back roads rising to blind turns spinning us down dusty corridors walled by cacti and sprays of fuchsia, not knowing...
View ArticleSean Tierney “The Sunset Witch”
Sean Tierney The Sunset Witch The sunset witch stole my arms on a hot night when the sky was dirty, like the back of a refrigerator, and all I can do is stare at the many doors in my life that’ll never...
View ArticleKyle Hemmings “Breadcrumbs”
Kyle Hemmings Breadcrumbs She feeds breadcrumbs to the birds until they stop visiting and she has to eat the stale pieces herself, feeling a fluttering in her throat. Kyle Hemmings wishes he could...
View ArticleJ. R. Solonche “5 O’Clock, 5 Bourbons, 5 Women”
J. R. Solonche 5 O’Clock, 5 Bourbons, 5 Women It doesn’t mean a damn thing, but it is a great title isn’t it? J. R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines, journals, and anthologies since the early...
View ArticleAmy Baskin “Dominion”
Amy Baskin Dominion They said the sun never set on the British Empire, nor does it now upon my desk, here in the corner, barricaded by walls and buffered from all forms of natural light and darkness by...
View ArticleKen Slaughter “At the Pie Social”
Ken Slaughter At the Pie Social A man whose name i can’t recall leads the woman with Alzheimer’s by the hand down the aisle to a piano where she sits in front of an empty music stand and begins to play...
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