Barbara E. Young Wild Blackberry Jam The morning rose foggy with nothing of the night’s roiling, window-rocking storm left behind, only guitar-pick-shaped petals, ivory, scattered on the porch under the ladderback chair. Barbara E. Young lives on a windy ridge twenty-odd miles west of her Nashville birthplace.
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Devon Balwit In Memoriam in me also, bright sulfur, the flare of a dying empire, the insistence that you notice even as I am going down // in each upturned face a wince, a thrill at the blast not quite close enough to feel Devon Balwit: “But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— [I […]
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From Your Editors One Sentence Poems is taking a short break starting today and resuming publication on July 3. Dale, Elizabeth, & Tony are the editors of One Sentence Poems.
Read MoreChris Callard “Cheer Up, Pal”
Chris Callard Cheer Up, Pal When nights are lonesome and days feel phony, think of the poor old abalone. Chris Callard lives in Lakewood, CA, adjacent to the literary and sports center of Long Beach.
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Scott Hughes Will You died two years ago, but since you don’t have a gravesite, I find myself still leaving you messages on social media, digital prayers that I hope reach you through the code of zeroes and ones. Scott Hughes wants you to read some of his other writing at https://www.writescott.com/
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