One Sentence Poems

Devon Balwit Now I Have What Once I Wanted When young, I envied the character-filled hands of the old, with their ropey veins and swollen knuckles, so unlike my smooth doll-baby hands, as yet unproven. Devon Balwit‘s only regret is that she doesn’t have more than 10 fingers for silver rings.

Devon Balwit Perverse Another global hacker has locked hard drives, asking $300 in Bitcoin to liberate files, and I wonder whether I should, instead, beg them to freeze mine, and thus return to an age of innocence and concentration, heedless of likes and teapot tempests, yet for all that, content. Devon Balwit spends a lot […]

Devin Balwit Argument Hot, we yell—breaking windows to feed the conflagration, ignoring the flare of support beams, the shift that signals collapse. Devon Balwit has been known to fan the flames.  Editors’ Note: Come on by for Devon Balwit week, July 25-29, on One Sentence Poems.

Devon Balwit Auto-Fetch We are asked to celebrate, even purchase, the ball machine, our dogs taught to drop it in and wait while we read, unmolested, but there is something sad in the dog’s excitement at a hole not a hand, a cutting of a bond, like a young child set before a screen, our […]

Devon Balwit Field Notes Where is my David Attenborough, tracking me in my habitat, ennobling my idiosyncrasies in his mellifluous voice? Devon Balwit composes on a laptop precariously perched on a stack of books in front of her small window onto the world.  

Devon Balwit In the Darkroom You clamped the negative and the blank sheet into the enlarger, mysterious with dials, right hand working the wands that let just enough light fall on the naked page for the features to ghost, perfect, from the developer before you slid them into the sour fixative, pinning them with rubber […]

Devon Balwit Pack In the night, my husband disappears from his usual spot in the bed, my groping hand finding him flipped around, arms hugging the dog at our feet, where I join him, both of us forsaking the lonely comfort of our pillows for the shared breath of the pack. Devon Balwit is a […]

Devon Balwit Hard Journey How much I both wanted the future and wanted to be rescued from having to get there by myself, stuffing down whatever was at hand, packages of meat or ice cream, then vomiting them back up, seeking to empty myself of the bolus of dread in my gut, the leaden years […]