One Sentence Poems

Jon Densford Tempus Fugit As you breathe deeply, imagine that time gets more beautiful as it’s running out on you – more like a toy kaleidoscope twisted at twilight than like a sand dial slung off a cliff. As he approaches 73, Jon Densford, of Memphis TN appreciates each safe and healthy morning like it […]

Jon Densford Last Sip After the final sip of that last morning’s meticulous pourover, he proceeded outside to pick his last day’s okra but felt like lying down in the grass instead and watched the slowly circling Kite with stiffly pointed angel wings swoop low across the setting moon and closed his tethered eyes at […]

Jon Densford French I Took/Thanks Sam Cooke Given that high school was all about biology (but not so much Biology) whispering ‘je t’aime” made it a wonderful world for me. Jon Densford has long enjoyed tinkering with words but finds that innocent wordplay can at times become an angry scuffle.    

Jon Densford Autocorrect Hates Me Oh why, Dearest Autocorrect, do you want to change my “words” to “wounds?” Jon Densford has long enjoyed tinkering with words but finds that innocent wordplay can at times become an angry scuffle.    

Jon Densford Supply Chain Blues I imagine my muse is stuck somewhere on a ship anchored off the Port of Long Beach inside a rusty freight container where she is spraying graffiti on the inside walls and waiting, waiting for some teenager to learn to drive a semi. Jon Densford lives in Memphis, Tennessee where […]

Jon Densford Groundstroke In the end, you will want more than the fuzz-free yellow skin of that old tennis ball X-cut and jammed onto the bottom of one rear leg of a cold aluminum walker, scuffling through one last service. Jon Densford lives in Memphis TN but goes to Arkansas to fish at least once […]

From the Editors A Break We will be taking a break and will have a new poem up on March 1. The Editors thank you!  

Jon Densford A Poem As a Precipice The point is not to understand, but merely to appreciate this one last idea … that our minds whirl around a veined outcrop which is both the stone altar of time and the ledge of our letting go. Jon Densford agrees with Jeff Tweedy of Wilco when Jeff […]