David James


My friend, you can’t hide behind a broken dream because the gardenia’s hint that fills your air with her perfumed scent will remain residue and thoughts of her on the stairs up to your place that first time will make you recall your only bath together, how you kissed toothpaste foam from the cleft of her chin.

David James resides in Atlanta, occasionally writes flash and microfiction stories and very little poetry.

Meg Hansen

Art Crime/Graffiti

What have you scribbled
with permanent ink
on my shadow?

Meg Hansen is a locally syndicated Vermont-based columnist and Dartmouth College alumna. My essays and poetry have been published in Flow Journal, Vishwa, and Thinking Gender.

Amanda Laughtland

Classical Art

I wish I could paint the glow
of this row of streetlights
through the moon roof of your car

while the moon itself half-hides
behind the gray, graceful columns
(doric, ionic, or corinthian?)

of the overpass that will take us
to the karaoke bar where the line
to sing will be so lengthy

we’ll return to your bucket seats
and ask Siri to play us music
under the barely perceptible stars.

Amanda Laughtland enjoys writing in spiral notebooks, reading novels, and shopping at the dollar store.


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, we’ll probably miss that we did it and then we’ll realize we did when we publish poem #1009 or something. It’s like that thing that happens with the odometer of your car when you look forward to it rolling over 88,888 miles and you forget and you look down and it’s at 88, 894. DAMN IT!

Let’s mark this occasion by establishing the One Sentence Poems Hall of Fame of People Who Have Published the Most Work on One Sentence Poems. Here they are:

  • Howie Good
  • Brad Rose
  • Devon Balwit
  • Andy Fogle
  • J. R. Solonche
  • Keith Nunes
  • Mark Young
  • Steve Klepetar
  • William Cullen, Jr.

Thanks to these folks, and thanks to all who have submitted, all who subscribe, all who are our readers.

Special shout-out to Editor Emeritus Robert Scotellaro.

Dale & Elizabeth


Roy 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 at the jar
of peanut butter
that will certainly be part
of his lunch.

Roy Dorman likes children, dogs, the color blue, and long walks on the beach.

Steve 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 little snake
emerging from a hole in the rock
and the snake danced, its bullet head

weaving patterns in the air
and the tree danced in the wind,
its branches waving and its leaves

shuddering in the dark
as the frog sang in velvet heat, of echoes
and shadows and tongues flicking in the light of stars.

Steve Klepetar has recently moved from frigid Minnesota to balmy Massachusetts, but he still has a mind of winter.