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.
Oiliest wheel gets squeaked
— Keith Snow
spare tired
— Nicholas De Marino
that citizenship has sailed — John Hawkhead
resetting to default gun money
— Anne Fox
Spring, sundown, guns still around.
— Chad Parenteau