smols is an eclectic poetry journal featuring ultra-shorts, five words max. No themes. Submit up to five untitled pieces. Email to fivefleasitchypoetry@gmail.com with smols as your subject.
fallen peaches
we’ve
gone soft
— Randy Brooks
broken camera double rainbow
— Stephen Toft
after the seance the moth
gathering dusk the methadone queue
IPhone 17,983,470,316
— Marcus Ten Low
silt in the Ganges capitulation
— Sangita Kalarickal
wingspanning driftwood on the Mississippi— Sangita Kalarickal
smols
paradise
soul of brevity
— dan smith
emerald eggs emu
— Pegah Rahmati Nezhad
city of birds
— Mykyta Ryzhykh
parental advisory contains hate speech
— Jerome Berglund