Trish Saunders When You Have Reached the Trying Age Clap along, if you can still feel your hands and no one has pinned your mittens to your coat. Trish Saunders writes poems from Honolulu and Seattle and, in her imagination, from the shores of Crescent Lake.
Read MoreTrish Saunders No Idea How I Got Here Was I yelling just now? she asks the busboy as he collects the plates in silence. Trish Saunders writes poems from Honolulu and Seattle and, in her imagination, from the shores of Crescent Lake.
Read MoreGeorge Held It’s a bit meta, but here’s George Held on One Sentence Poems, talking about one sentence poems. Every one sentence poem is an etude in a minor key or a high wire syntactical act. George Held very recently had a one sentence poem here on One Sentence Poems.
Read MoreEverett Warner Phantom Nights I think of you I feel scars I don’t have. Everett Warner is full of blood.
Read MoreHayley Hudson Drip After the rain stops, trees rain for hours. Hayley Hudson lives one block away from the Hudson River (no relation).
Read MoreGeorge Held Hayfield Cut grass bakes in the summer sun while a noisy tractor crafts serene bales of hay. George Held is alive and well and living in New York City.
Read MoreMark Young Flintlock When the desired answers were not forthcoming the questions were taken outside & shot. Mark Young is the editor of Otoliths, lives in a small town in North Queensland in Australia, and has been publishing poetry for more than fifty-five years.
Read MoreJD DeHart Stone Face It is, of course, impossible to say whether the large stone face was the work of some primitive cave- dwelling culture or whether the form of this figure was graced upon the solid show of this cliff because nature has a certain predilection for the human shape. JD DeHart is […]
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