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.
rat
not so big
dead
— Bob Carlton
burnt toast : : assuming tundra
— our thomas
e=[run d]mc2
shooting stars
nothing
to wish
— Mona Iordan