One Sentence Poems

Claudia Serea April On a cloudy day, the angel goes to the toolshed where, neatly stacked, he keeps on shelves surgical instruments, wrenches, screwdrivers, hammers, oil cans, gauze, rope, glass bottles with acid, crystals, formol, fragrances, and jars with nails and soaps, picks the steel canister labeled “Life,” and sprays the dirt in the front yard […]

Claudia Serea Summer in October You know I was late for work on the warmest day of the week because I shaved, showered, and slipped into a summer dress for the last time this year, loving how it swooshed and clung to my skin. Claudia Serea’s poems have appeared in Field, New Letters, Prairie Schooner, […]

Claudia Serea Against gravity I dreamed there was no gravity, only this ring that pulls us together with a force lighter than laughter, an imponderable poem we share with everyone: titanium ore in the belly of the earth, the fire, breathing 3,000 degrees to melt the metal, the shape of the mold and the tools […]

Claudia Serea Self Portrait Claudia is to a cloud as chalk is to chocolate. Claudia Serea’s poems and translations have appeared in Field, New Letters, 5 a.m., Meridian, Gravel, among others, and she’s the author of four poetry collections, most recently Nothing Important Happened Today (Broadstone Books, 2016).

Claudia Serea Poetry is Poetry is of no use, but it stays with you like a blind dog that sniffs your troubles and licks your hands and your eyes, especially the eyes. Claudia Serea’s poems and translations have appeared in Field, New Letters, 5 a.m., Meridian, Gravel, among others, and she’s the author of four poetry collections, most recently […]

Claudia Serea Even if you don’t believe in angels You still have your life, heavy, crumbling, dry, and you can’t carry it, but you have no choice, but to carry it, a cement cross on your shoulders instead of wings. Claudia Serea’s poems and translations have appeared in Field, New Letters, 5 a.m., Meridian, Gravel, among others, and she’s […]

Claudia Serea Cherry tomatoes Sweet and red like a lover’s tongue, the last jewels of the season hang in low light, speaking summer’s extinct dialect: Good- bye. Claudia Serea is the author of Angels & Beasts (Phoenicia Publishing, Canada, 2012), The System (Cold Hub Press, New Zealand, 2012), and A Dirt Road Hangs from the […]

Claudia Serea Meanwhile, in Penn Station The pussy willows bloom in a plastic bucket underground. Claudia Serea is the author of Angels & Beasts (Phoenicia Publishing, Canada, 2012), The System (Cold Hub Press, New Zealand, 2012), and A Dirt Road Hangs from the Sky (8th House Publishing, Canada, 2013).