Today marks the 4th anniversary of One Sentence Poems going live. We published our first poem on March 14, 2014. It was by Eric Burke. We’ve made an Eric Burke poem an anniversary tradition at OSP, and Eric’s latest will hit your inbox shortly. Sometime this summer, we will publish our 1000th poem. When we do, […]
Read MoreRoy Dorman What’s For Lunch? After having been together for more than fifty years, it’s his first morning without her, and though there is pancake mix, as well as eggs, syrup, and cooking oil, he sits at the kitchen table, with no company except for his grief, eating cornflakes straight from the box, and staring […]
Read MoreSteve Klepetar A Story I’ll tell you a story about a frog and a snake and a tree that grew by the river’s edge, how that tree leapt up into light, its branches wound through the canopy, how the green frog listened, heard the tree’s roots sucking moisture from the earth, and it watched the […]
Read MoreSteve Klepetar Early Snow Today apples tumble as wind tears them from trees, and they bounce and roll in the dying grass as though you were here again gathering fruit with your calloused hands, your enormous eyes half-closed coming over the hill bringing the early snow, you who crossed the border, who passed into darkness […]
Read MoreChris Bodor Fish Story Exiting the Chinese restaurant with our after-movie meal I decide not to rescue the exotic fish, leaving them to swim in the tank while I continue to make choices between love and fear. Chris Bodor writes and dreams and works in St. Augustine and occasionally meditates on “The Shape of […]
Read MoreLaura Foley Flowers in a Ball Jar I see in the B, her generous swirls, her upward curve, the everything’s alright of Barbara-with her fine cigarettes, glasses of wine, the aroma of bread she toasted for me, dripping with butter, bubbling cinnamon-the jar with her name, Barbara née Ball, my mom, and spilling from the […]
Read MoreMark Butler Hemingway Prepares It was good to clean the weapon he would use for his last kill, when he would bag the elusive prey he had stalked all his life Mark Butler is still crazy after 68 years of searching for one true sentence.
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