One Sentence Poems

James A. Clark Paper Fortune Teller If I could fold myself back on myself again and again, if I could turn the whole thing over and fold it backward, backward, back to the beginning, I’d write your name under every flap and every day I’d tell myself This is my fortune. James A. Clark earned […]

James A. Clark While She’s Tending Bar Bono comes through the speakers singing about mysterious ways as she mixes her many potions with careless liquid grace, and I think she’s perfect— until I catch her from the corner of my eye, sweet-talking some suit, putting on a phony Southern Belle, bird-dogging the tip jar, and […]