One Sentence Poems

Sarah Russell Colleague  When he calls from the conference and says he met her, after months of email discussing their research, I see the first whiff of smoke rising out of the forest, one you have to be close to notice, and think you could put out yourself if the garden hose reached that far, […]

Sarah Russell We make love like jackals at a kill, fall back empty of each other, of ourselves. Sarah Russell fumbles around with words at www.SarahRussellPoetry.com.