One Sentence Poems

Eric Jenkins Sleepless in March 2020 That first night when the coughing from the baby monitor woke us, all we could do was hold one another, listen, and use our shirts to dry our cheeks. Eric Jenkins writes, teaches, and enjoys getting lost in the woods of central Indiana with his wife and two daughters. […]

Eric Jenkins Pull Back, Push Forward We call it a swing set, this seat that, at first, needs a push from someone to reach new heights above the clouds, which starts together but ends with a lonely leap into the mulch. Eric Jenkins writes, teaches, and enjoys getting lost in the woods of central Indiana […]