smols is an eclectic poetry journal featuring ultra-shorts, five words max (weird or otherwise). Submit up to five untitled pieces. Email to fivefleasitchypoetry@gmail.com with smols as your subject.
Night cringe
Dawn comes anyway
~Daniel S. Irwin
One mind
One leader
Imbeciles
Snow melts
And why not
the end of
never mind
~Keith Snow
misfiring ceasefire
~Bridget Chebo Enggasser
this poem holds a space