One Sentence Poems

J.R. Solonche How Stately How stately, how serene the geese glide on the lake, but this is because the swans are not around. Prof. Emeritus of English at SUNY Orange, J.R. Solonche has been publishing since the early 70s.

J.R. Solonche On the Highway On the highway, the white Porsche blew by me like the ghost of a black Porsche. Prof. Emeritus of English at SUNY Orange, J.R. Solonche has been publishing since the early 70s.

J. R. Solonche I Learned How to Write Poetry I learned how to write poetry the day I opened the rejection from the editor of the prestigious university quarterly who wrote, “This is BS.”   JR Solonche is author of Beautiful Day (Deerbrook Editions), Won’t Be Long (Deerbrook Editions), Heart’s Content (Five Oaks Press), and coauthor […]

J. R. Solonche Winter Trees I marvel at how they prepare, at how they lie down while standing as tall as ever in the ground, (at how they look like they are standing as tall as ever while they are lying down), at how they become seeds of themselves again. JR Solonche is author of […]

J. R. Solonche In My Head In my head I have become an expert in questioning the dead, who answer “Yes” or “No,” which is all they are permitted.

J. R. Solonche Euclidean  For the first time in a hundred years, pulled up, then stacked on the scrap metal truck, the railroad tracks met. Four-time Pushcart as well as Best of the Net nominee, J.R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines and anthologies since the early 70s.