One Sentence Poems

Keith Nunes Oceanic He lies in waves one beach-break after another drowning the poor woman in salted bullshit. Keith Nunes is still alive and that’s surprising to many people, most of all himself.

Keith Nunes Labelling She walked into the hospital married came out a widow label flapping at her collar. Keith Nunes believes he is here but everyone else believes he’s somewhere else.

Keith Nunes Lake as an empty symbol Songs tell of the lake as a subsisting pool of spiritual joy but lately echoes carry far into the hollows of the empty lake and the trout are screaming. Keith Nunes lives beside Lake Rotoma in NZ, gets published and is/was a former newspaper sub-editor, drunk, gambler and […]

Keith Nunes Somewhere in between I’m 56 and too old to be a son, on average too young to die. Keith Nunes lives beside Lake Rotoma where they both do a great deal of reflecting.

Keith Nunes Out of tune Two 20-something guys sitting behind me on the bus talking about music and one says that he’d like to get into classical music “but really it’s all just covers isn’t it”. Keith Nunes sends it out and gives it a smile if it comes back.

Keith Nunes It’s not you I’m afraid of This guy comes around to visit and always wears wrap-around dark glasses so I finally say to him “if you don’t want to make eye contact why don’t you just ring me” and so now he phones me but still wears the glasses while we talk. Keith […]

Keith Nunes escapee When I die my singular self will return on the other side of the lake and looking back I will see my wife in the garden talking to the neighbour about the weather and I’ll feel like a prisoner who escaped unnoticed. Keith Nunes lives beside Lake Rotoma and together they do […]

Keith Nunes the woebegone days Her casual callousness halved my weight, changed the tone of my voice, frightened off my friends and decimated my serotonin.  Keith Nunes struggles daily with whatever comes after waking up.