One Sentence Poems

Amanda Laughtland Classical Art I wish I could paint the glow of this row of streetlights through the moon roof of your car while the moon itself half-hides behind the gray, graceful columns (doric, ionic, or corinthian?) of the overpass that will take us to the karaoke bar where the line to sing will be […]

Amanda Laughtland Miss Match With the pen we won playing Skee-Ball I want to tell you how I used to believe I fit the world like a glove stuck in a sock drawer, but with you I can laugh at any admonishment as though it were blinking in tiny green and orange lights the way […]