One Sentence Poems

deb y felio Alternate Universe I dream of ocean waves encasing me on summer’s sandy shores and awaken dampened on cheap sheets. deb y felio writes and waits for a new tomorrow because, thankfully, there are no used ones.  

deb y felio Could You Spare Little There is a shortage of change, because no one is sharing and everyone is keeping it for themselves, when even a little would help, and people are marching in the streets demanding change for everyone for fear that soon there will be none for anyone and no one […]

deb y felio Payback I am more careful when I eat, knowing I cannot mask what the mask catches and gives back to me. deb y felio writes and waits for a new tomorrow because, thankfully, there are no used ones.  

deb y felio Peek-a Boo She looks as if she remembers this top half of a face she once could kiss and whispers, ‘Nana?’ deb y felio writes and waits for a new tomorrow because, thankfully, there are no used ones.  

deb y felio One Night I lie here beside you listening to the thunder and remember the conference last week in New Orleans where I ran into an old dear friend, and we spent the one free evening dining and drinking then returning to his room to talk about old times and our strong desire […]

deb y felio Aquarius After years of flushing unused narcotics, and dumping weapons of mean destruction into the nearest bodies of water, schools of fish have become gangs, and no other marine life seems to care. deb y felio writes and lives one sentence at a time – sometimes simple and sometimes complex.  

deb y felio Above It All  From the floor to ceiling window in my 43rd floor apartment of a 54 storied highrise I watch the intersecting circles of interstates and bypasses clogged with vehicles that once moved freely from here to there and realize tonight there is no choice for a road less traveled. deb […]