One Sentence Poems

Ron. Lavalette Truth Be Told If the Secret Police come knocking late at night, armed with terror bombs, their visors reflecting moonlight into the dim interior of my room, I will freely surrender, eagerly confess that just before they arrived I sent out a song on the clandestine airwaves; that the coded lyrics, deciphered on […]

Ron. Lavalette Inspiration Twice in a day and a half he’s almost certain he hears it: the voice of an angel speaking from just around the corner as if from some great distance seeming almost lost in recitation almost inaudible telling some cosmic joke or posing a celestial riddle, repeating the words hoodwink, subterfuge, flabbergast. […]

Ron. Lavalette The Sad Truth You never know it until the door closes behind her and you think. Ron. Lavalette collects his many published works at EGGS OVER TOKYO.

Ron. Lavalette Mercy He takes a breath feels the switch hears the click and almost instantly all the numbers disappear forever. Ron. Lavalette collects his many published works at EGGS OVER TOKYO.  

Ron. Lavalette Commute It’s both, they tell him, particle and wave and under the sub-zero winter solstice moon he brushes off the photons and swims to work. Ron. Lavalette collects his many published works at EGGS OVER TOKYO.

Ron. Lavalette Anthropomorphism I saw my father cry like a baby once. Ron. Lavalette collects his many published works at EGGS OVER TOKYO.

Ron. Lavalette Soon, Green Today in the notch, despite the mere scrim of a mid-April snow, rainy flakes barely frozen, falling, liquefied, through an early morning mountain air, even the casual eye could catch (captured in a momentary parting of fog) the small grey buds of the red maple, the low spark, purple flame of […]