One Sentence Poems

Pamela Joyce Shapiro Every Morning When you are reading in front of the Eastern window, light resting on your graying crown, as though you were a deity of fictional thought, fraught with some mind’s best idea, a story filling you like pomegranates and lemons, I imagine you younger, writing lines in the marbled notebook that […]

Pamela Joyce Shapiro Unseasonable This is for the young widower who loved his lawn more than life, who once stood waist high in a sea of snow and shoveled all of Pickwick Drive, as though it were the world, as though the blizzard bore his private whiteout grief, and we were all enemies because we […]