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.
I'll ask her Alaska
— Olivier Schopfer
guillotine
I’ve said
too much
— Sharon Ferrante
map of bones without compass
— David Anson Lee
passing moments
here and
now
— Herb Tate
fear, their dread and butter
— Nicholas De Marino