One Sentence Poems

Brad Rose After Police Find Invisible Ink in Her Room, Mata Hari is Executed by Firing Squad  The prosecution said, She is so devious she wears her own body as a disguise. Brad Rose is the author of the collection of poems and fiction, Pink X-Ray, and links to Brad’s fiction and poetry can be […]

Brad 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.

Brad 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.

Brad 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. 

Brad Rose Bee, Erratic It’s not your sting I fear, nor the frenzied crush of your yellow thrashing, but your faithless hoverings— nearer to me, than I am to myself— until, like the electricity of sudden shock, you flit to some other unsuspecting Poppy, whose pretty nectar you imagine far sweeter than my unswerving, dulcet, […]

Brad Rose Yes, But They’re All Robots  (Found Poem—New York Times 1/8/2016) U.S employers added 292,000 workers in December, an impressive sprint capping off a year of solid job growth. Kenneth Patchen’s Poem “The Man Who Was Shorter than Himself,” was written about  Brad Rose.  Links to Brad’s published poetry and fiction can be found at: http://bradrosepoetry.blogspot.com/  

Brad Rose Lullaby In place of light, dream trespasses throughout our bodies, unthinkable stars whirr weightless, while in the next apartment, two secrets shush the darkness to sleep, as if it were an infant sky. Brad Rose frequently contributes to Right Hand Pointing and One Sentence Poems. His book of poems and micro fiction, Pink X-Ray, will be available Spring, 2015 […]

Brad Rose For Rent: One Bedroom House Sheets stripped to bone-bare bed, your closet, empty as a mineshaft, I trace the invisible circumference of your leaving, as the house falls dream-dead quiet, and the basement digs itself ever deeper into the earth’s dark stone. Brad Rose frequently contributes to Right Hand Pointing and One Sentence Poems. His blog […]