One Sentence Poems

Lucia Cherciu Clenched Teeth At Gara de Nord the children of the streets earn their supper and cash for glue, their faces turning first grey, then blue, hiding their induced reveries in the cavities of the Metro, catacombs of loneliness and fights among empty bottles of Pepsi, blankets of cardboard boxes, an orange jacket forgotten […]

Lucia Cherciu Aunt Maria’s Orchard She treaded through the village and up the hill carrying on her back a young plum tree, the fragile, elastic branches getting into her long, black hair and pulling at it, tossing it out from under her scarf. Lucia Cherciu writes both in English and in Romanian, and her new […]