One Sentence Poems

George Salamon Last Look The cancer had taken her life, and as I left her hospital room’ I turned around, one more time to look at her, and I saw what was no longer there. George Salamon lives in St. Louis, MO, which is struggling to regain its “happy days are here again” mood.   […]

George Salamon America’s Forgotten Tramps and drifters, boozers and junkies, loafers and losers, born fatherless or born homeless, frightened and despairing, turned down by the world, I recognize you, there must be some of your blood in me. George Salamon was a refugee decades ago, but he can still feel what it was like to […]

George Salamon What Language Does Your Muse Speak? When I came to America as a boy I had to cross fallow land between languages, transforming words and stories without abandoning their memories, now I can no longer tell which ones were born to the mother tongue. George Salamon has sat between the chairs of German […]

George Salamon Writing in Winter Snow covers up the letters of the alphabet, preserving for the moment the purity of words and sentiments underneath. George Salamon is trying to maintain his sense of wonder as an octogenarian.    

George Salamon World Order As night stands high above day and evening far from morning, there’s light, flower, bush and tree, the hidden world order, while the rest is vapors. George Salamon lives. endures and writes in St. Louis, MO.  

George Salamon We’ll Watch Again, Somewhere After it was all over and the sun and stars had come up and gone down for the last time. we sat down together and decided to wait and watch what was on next. George Salamon hopes that when it comes, it will be as funny as” Dr. Strangelove.” […]