One Sentence Poems

Jason M. Vaughn Where a round bale stood, just moments ago, there is now a patch of curled sightless grass and four mice, the size of a boy’s fingertips (all pink skin and shivering), shivering in the shadow of a boy wondering what he can do as the harsh fast-popping popping of his father’s tractor— […]

Jason M. Vaughn The Razor glides across the dance floor of your skin, and sometimes it cuts in. Jason M. Vaughn lives and writes in Burbank, CA.