Monica Flegg Four Letter Word Beginning With P It’s end of the year chaos plus prom season, so I know I’m not the only parent so tired I can’t even make a left turn. Monica Flegg walks dogs of various breeds, reads poetry of all creeds, and generally has a lot of fun.
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Roy Dorman “Waiting Just a Little”
Roy Dorman Waiting Just a Little The porch light is on, and the key is still under the potted geranium in the corner, but I no longer sleep on the couch waiting for you. Roy Dorman would like to have one of his One Sentence Poems picked up by a Hollywood producer, perhaps Steven Spielberg, […]
Read MoreThe Editors “Vacation”
The Editors Vacation Your poems are important to us, but One Sentence Poems will be on vacation until June 6. Dale Wisely and Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco are the editors of One Sentence Poems.
Read MoreHowie Good “Changing My Password”
Howie Good Changing My Password I’m just switching a couple letters around, unsure about each, suspecting each, a shirtless man braving golf ball-sized hail. Howie Good is moving to another tower down the road.
Read MoreLysbeth Em Benkert “Doing the Math”
Lysbeth Em Benkert Doing the Math I have covered half the distance between us and half that again and again, but I still can’t tou ch y o u . Lysbeth Em Benkert is a long-term transplant to the upper mid-west where she teaches literature and rhetoric.
Read MoreJohn Grey “On Running into My Ex at a Restaurant “
John Grey On Running into My Ex at a Restaurant She greeted me with the forced smile of a defeated tennis player. shaking the hand of her opponent at the net. John Grey adapts to occasions as they arise, subtly if at all possible.
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John Grey When the Wife’s Away The dirty dishes are stacked in the sink like a pyramid and the archaeologist will be home any day now. John Grey adapts to occasions as they arise, subtly if at all possible.
Read MoreMicki Blenkush “Two Ships, Long Marriage”
Micki Blenkush Two Ships, Long Marriage What, if anything, can be said when you arrive at 4:00 a.m. to our bed where I have stalked alone into dreams I would have preferred to share but instead you’ve lingered in the unheated basement, drafting from your lucid mind plans for a workshop you began to sketch […]
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