Lillian Hallberg Shadow At my back the sun projects my future step by step in front of me, a syncopated seer. Lillian Hallberg is from Boston, enjoys rejuvenatement (never say retirement) andbegins each morning with a steaming cup of coffee, reading and writing poetry.http://lillianthehomepoet.com
Read MoreFrancine Rubin Urban Winter Birds Through antenna Vs, past chimney masts, beyond window screens, we look for their wings from our 3rd floor niche but cannot spot them, even as their notes filter through snow, glass, and air. Francine Rubin’s poetry has appeared in the chapbook Geometries (Finishing Line Press), the pamphlet The Last Ballet Class (Neon), the David […]
Read MoreBrad Rose Hourglass Figure She’s jealous of the cloud’s white drape sashaying in the blue-silk distance, as I admire its slow, unfolding prettiness unburdened by rain. This marks Brad Rose‘s 16th poem on One Sentence Poems. Read them all here.
Read MoreBrad Rose Refraction Does the plummeting pelican dive to where it sees the fish, or to where the fish is? Links to Brad Rose’s fiction and poetry can be found at http://bradrosepoetry.blogspot.com.
Read MoreBrad Rose Spring Cleaning Falling in perfect pinstripes, the gentle May rain launders its own shirt. Brad Rose is the author of the collection of poems and fiction, Pink X-Ray.
Read MoreAparna Reddi Mia + Jay 4ever A wad of gum, once pink and soft, now black and hard, obscures a heart etched into the sidewalk. Aparna Reddi lives in San Francisco and sometimes writes short stories and poetry.
Read MoreMonica Flegg Yellow Fire Hydrant Like a trickle running down a yellow fire hydrant in the rain, her boyfriend’s intentions remain indiscernible. Monica Flegg walks dogs of a variety of breeds, reads poems of all creeds and generally has a lot of fun.
Read MoreKay Pillai The Shy Flower When a petal finally gave way he knew this was not the kind of bloom that lured from miles away with its glory but a shy flower that would wilt a little at his every touch, willingly, gratefully, staining him with the scent of unrequited longing. Kay Pillai used […]
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