One Sentence Poems

Rodd Whelpley Preening in July In the parking lot the delightful narcissist goldfinch alights on one rearview, then the next – sings to his love at every stop. Rodd Whelpley is the secret poet in residence at the Illinois Municipal Electric Agency, where he also runs an electric efficiency program for 33 cities in the […]

Rodd Whelpley New Year’s Resolution Physically and egotistically there needs to be much less of me. Rodd Whelpley is the secret poet in residence at the Illinois Municipal Electric Agency, where he also runs an electric efficiency program for 33 cities in the state.

Rodd Whelpley Those Gordal Olives at Whole Foods In back of every perfect gift, we crave to find the hand of God, but rarely want to pray to that girl, who never did well in school, wearing now from nine to five blue latex gloves and dreaming always of Saturday night, as she makes her […]

Rodd Whelpley Excerpt from the Orientation Spiel You’ll be surprised to learn, but at the Illinois Municipal Electric Agency weeks may pass without mention of Walt Whitman, as though he never was. Rodd Whelpley is doing his best with what he has.

Rodd Whelpley If I were younger, looking good and on the make, and you were you, but desperate, I’m sure that we would train wreck something lovely. Rodd Whelpley is a writer in Illinois whose hobbies include sad displays of his egregious misuse of the tanka form.