Steve Klepetar By the Sea My sister, who lived by the sea, had a mind like an ocean, tangled with wind and sky, a body made of fog that leaped into air, became a kestrel or gull whose secret name hung ragged in winter trees. Steve Klepetar, a regular contributor on One Sentence Poems, is […]
Read MoreNancy Scott David You learn to play guitar while counting two more years ’til retirement, practicing chord changes, thinking of adding a digital piano because you already have the telescope and the lathe. Nancy Scott‘s essays and poems-have recently appeared in, among others, Braille Forum, Chrysanthemum, Disabilities Studies Quarterly, Philadelphia Stories, and Wordgathering.
Read MoreDeonte Osayande On an app dedicated to black love I found more white people than I have ever met in my real life, our own spaces away from this void of whiteness but just like our history, even that will eventually be invaded. Black Love Deonte Osayande […]
Read MoreDeonte Osayande Birth certificates, in the safe with the guns, with my slave name diplomas, my broken laptop from years back, notebooks containing years of old love poems that I used to write, mail from over many months ago, innocence and other falsehoods, my sister, and her kids, old photos of childlike versions of me, […]
Read MoreKen Slaughter At the Pie Social A man whose name i can’t recall leads the woman with Alzheimer’s by the hand down the aisle to a piano where she sits in front of an empty music stand and begins to play “Sunrise, sunset”. Ken Slaughter is a tanka writer who dabbles in other short poetry […]
Read MoreAmy Baskin Dominion They said the sun never set on the British Empire, nor does it now upon my desk, here in the corner, barricaded by walls and buffered from all forms of natural light and darkness by the glow of fluorescent bulbs as I reign supreme, regardless of the earth’s relative position to the […]
Read MoreJ. R. Solonche 5 O’Clock, 5 Bourbons, 5 Women It doesn’t mean a damn thing, but it is a great title isn’t it? J. R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines, journals, and anthologies since the early 70s and is author of six poetry collections.
Read MoreKyle Hemmings Breadcrumbs She feeds breadcrumbs to the birds until they stop visiting and she has to eat the stale pieces herself, feeling a fluttering in her throat. Kyle Hemmings wishes he could play in an obscure ’60s garage band but he’s too young.
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