One Sentence Poems

Jessica Goodfellow Gmail Critiques My Performance as Daughter No matter how many times I open and close it, this email from my mother remains flagged as ‘unread.’ Jessica Goodfellow keeps seeing a crow with one white wing in her neighborhood these days.  

Jessica Goodfellow The Function of Snow Snow fell on the ground like a truth serum, an inverse relief map of desires, everyone’s comings and go- ings laid bare. Jessica Goodfellow doesn’t want to do anything but watch the northern lights.