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.
tunneling into myself dysmorphia
— Shloka Shankar
invoking Midas inflation
outlining every stone pond ice
— Bryan Rickert
twilight moth fodder for poetry
our past perfect stargazing