One Sentence Poems

Alisa Golden Waiting for News This night I sleep like a migrating bird, one hemisphere lowered out of body, the other roaming dark streets – the high-rise where the recycling center used to be, People’s Park, still peopled and tarped against the University’s reign – and both halves collide when my eyes open, arguing who […]

Alisa Golden Like That I dissolve a little with each tablespoon of sugar water for the nectar: a little of me fills each red feeder and waits for a taker, the needle-nose dipstick measuring how much is left, a signal for a refill and another Like, which keeps the circle going. Alisa Golden reads a […]

Alisa Golden Then There Is the Scar Some trees, growing from within shed their outer skin in continuous, vulnerable glow, while others hold tight to their bark, crack their thick layers, prompting a question, in both cases, about you. Alisa Golden reads a paper newspaper at breakfast, walks her inner dog daily, and edits Star […]

Alisa Golden Riptides Combing through tangles, shattered crunch of homes gone, we wade in with rolled clothes, not knowing how long we can hold our breath while we rebuild. Alisa Golden reads a paper newspaper at breakfast, walks her inner dog daily, and edits Star 82 Review while imagining she saw another bird. www.neverbook.com | […]

Alisa Golden I Have Misjudged Someone Again I think better of the shrieking jay when he swoops down and gently gives another jay a nut. Alisa Golden writes and makes art in a one-square-mile, California city, where she edits Star 82 Review and authored Making Handmade Books. www.neverbook.com    

Alisa Golden Spin Why do we keep talking in circles, I said, don’t you have any other shapes? Alisa Golden writes and makes art in a one-square-mile, California city, where she edits Star 82 Review and authored Making Handmade Books. www.neverbook.com    

Alisa Golden My Mistake I thought we were getting closer by increments, but it seems we are di- viding by halves and will never be able to touch. Alisa Golden writes and makes art in a one-square-mile, California city, where she edits Star 82 Review and authored Making Handmade Books. www.neverbook.com    

Alisa Golden Don’t Say This Conversation Is Not Impossible I don’t know why this keeps happening, but talking to you is like watching raccoons eat cotton candy, trying to wash it, first. Alisa Golden reads a paper newspaper at breakfast, walks her inner dog daily, edits Star 82 Review, and keeps the nectar bar wellstocked […]