One Sentence Poems

Wendy Rathbone Shivering Shivering the moon from my shoulders I say to November let me in your cloud scrap home breathe the knife of you taste your chimney-smoke and rain your damp-armed trees and all their rag-patch sheddings that stroke the land. Wendy Rathbone has been scribbling her thoughts in journals since the age of 12 […]

Wendy Rathbone Dust The wind is made of ghosts, of last century’s dust where ruined cities sink into dunes of curled sleep. Wendy Rathbone has been scribbling her thoughts in journals since the age of 12 and has had over 500 poems published in various magazines and anthologies.