One Sentence Poems

Randolph Parker Becoming IV Peer deep into the eternal sky and the floater in your eye becomes a frigate bird. Randolph Parker writes in Memphis where he lives with his wonderful wife, way too many books, a general sense that things can always be worse and sincere gratitude that they aren’t.    

Randolph Parker Becoming III Lie naked in a running bath and the tense clear water becomes an estuary tide rising through saw grass. Randolph Parker writes in Memphis where he lives with his wonderful wife, way too many books, a general sense that things can always be worse and sincere gratitude that they aren’t.   […]