One Sentence Poems

Camille Thomasson The Gang’s All Here Mother has lost track of who’s living and who’s dead, which means everyone is up and running, and her mind is a little patch of heaven. Camille Thomasson is an obsessive scribbler of poems on cocktail napkins and grocery receipts.

Camille Thomasson Poem 3 After my death, they opened my box and were not surprised to find octagonal quilting scraps well grouped by hue but not stitched together. Camille Thomasson is an obsessive scribbler of poems on cocktail napkins and grocery receipts.