One Sentence Poems

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.   

Trish 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.   

Trish Saunders Dallas Instructions Mrs. Kennedy will wear her pink suit today with white gloves to protect her hands from the roses.     Trish Saunders lives in Seattle and Honolulu and, in her imagination, Paris during the 1940s.