One Sentence Poems

Bethany Reid What She Memorized for the Test Not the quadratic equation but the need for things to add up and not the tangent, not the isosceles triangle, but the way all angles lean into what becomes: bundles of hypotenuses, factors and powers, the heron flying, drawing a line across your circumference of sky. Bethany […]

Bethany Reid His Neck Slashed the murdered man staggered from the bed to the dresser and stood, astonished, where each night for thirty years he had emptied his pockets of coins and keys— staring now into the mirror as his life drained from him, his soul draped like a pair of silk stockings over his […]