One Sentence Poems

Moss Ingram Poem A poem, is more than the quietude following a relentless rain, is a sandy-haired boy standing steady in a splintered rowboat pushing heels of callused hands to the sun heaving a heavy stone into a swallowing stream, is a soft spray of stars sparkling across his freckled face, is the obsidian water […]

Moss Ingram Icy Dawn Tires slid, and a guardrail caved, while orphans slept. Moss Ingram enjoys reading and writing work that requires taut constraints, as well as teaching this appreciation and practice at Grand Rapids Community College.