One Sentence Poems

Betsy Mars Conversation Hearts for my mother She sang to me, my funny valentine — maybe as much as either of us ever knew of love. Betsy Mars writes poetry in the night by the light of her cat’s eyes.    

Betsy Mars Bedazzled Advance fire like thunder rattles windows and dogs’ souls weeks before the sky is illuminated in an oxidized display of democracy that, in our tranquilized state, we still eagerly await, hungry for our piece of the pie. Betsy Mars and her canine companion are both startled by loud noises.

Betsy Mars The Well I walked in the jaundice glow of the strung-out streetlights, dove into the ink – pool of the endless night. Betsy Mars is sometimes visited by poetry in her dreams when the monsters retreat to the closet.