One Sentence Poems

Krishna Lewis Scandia, Minnesota Until that autumn evening when I walked the deer-cleared trails, I did not know my sister was a prairie her flaxen grass swaying to join the wind in mourning the sun. Krishna Lewis lives in the Boston area, close to trails, cafes, and a famous cemetery.    

Krishna Lewis Release It was not dust escaping to speak to us in ethereal shape, nor was it fine sand trilling between our fingers to join her parents long ago buoyed forth on the river, nor was it even the sludge of burnt and now-rancid ghee, as a cousin said it would be, but rather […]