One Sentence Poems

C. G. Vowles Tunnel Visionary After three straight years of reading surrealist poetry on the tiled platforms of the London underground, the mind can shrink from you, squidquick, into the dark (in the lilac time between streetlamps and their dimming) until its wet blink beholds petals upon the spines of fiery starfish. C. G. Vowles teaches […]

C. G. Vowles Parados When the last pigeon dies and tilts itself from life, let us have blackbirds to darken the frosted rooftops. C. G. Vowles teaches English in a boarding school in North Yorkshire, dividing his free time between writing poetry and writing essays on obscure pop-cultural phenomena.