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.
people persons are other wise
~dan smith
debatable cost of peace~Ravi Kiran
algorithms know me better~Ravi Kiran
never enough time warp
~Sharon Ferrante
meowing back made-up meows
~Alper Ghuchlu
you shadow your own jump
~Keith Snow
dispersing dew ma's thirsty cataracts
~Sheikha A.
first love a puddled pollywog~Robert Witmer
your smile mountain wildflowers
~Gavin Austin
in the moment hibiscus pollen
~Vishal Prabhu
every emotion a restless ocean
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
misplaced moonlit memories
unseen, unheard as a prayer.
~linda m. crate
the shapes we give clouds
~Raji Vijayaraghavan
lying down, keeps me upright~Guido De Pelsmaeker
interpol dancing
~Jerome Berglund
33,333 feet squared
winter solstice diminished capacity
extinction event reserved seats only
~Ian Willey
surveillance state your name please
crumpled headlines autumn light
~Alicia Samson
autumn
less daylight
than yesterday
~Mark Gilbert
rain sleeping on the roof
~Manasa Reddy
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flight risk my p/o/e/t/i/c ideas
I have no business being
~Chad Parenteau
peace sign language barrier
arms ( legs, heads, torsos ) dealers
always where war rages wildflowers
~Alan Summers
black roses
wound around midnight
~Joanna Ashwell
still, I hear the flowers
tower of silence missing vultures
~Kala Ramesh
silence every age spirals into