Last Day !! ~ September 30th ~ The last couple days have been BIG!! We received 14.4% of our goal in just two days (!!) partly thanks to one especially generous donor. We’ve now reached 66.2% of th…

On Loan I’ve carried the same quilted handbag since June. Floral and white, a spring wedding on my arms. The leather wallet (something blue) stuffed with faded receipts. I reach for it at thr…

ATTACHMENT THEORY They slashed my mother’s belly to drag me out; six weeks early; a five pound tumor; stashed in the neonatal ICU. Nowadays they say the compression is worth the mild oxygen d…

Kelli Russell Agodon – Poem to the Future Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer – Fact Checking Abby E. Murray – Political Love Poem David B. Prather – Bullet Ant Grace Alvino – H…

Knives In the drawer are spoons. In the cabinet are cups. There is an organ inside me. Some say it holds love. But I say it holds knives that cut me open like a tomato when I touch you. Knives that…

The installer To learn to cross a road is to download an app and delete the installer. You no longer ask which foot first, which way should I look? The app runs. You cross. Life is simpler when you…

Ablation They wheeled me in while a nurse said she liked my stripy socks. That was the last clean sentence I heard. Before, the doctor said Cooked and Cure and Pilot. The room was sharp and silent.…

Stray Steps I want to climb our front steps, Sit and lean my right arm on the iron railing. Lean back into that day When Dad was to my left— The other support to lean on. Less than an hour before t…

The Unsung There is a song for everything, even for an anthill crushed beneath a passing boot. But its story cannot rise in song the way a bee shares her odysseys with wax-faced sunflowers. There i…

Explore the complexity of identity in Susan Kress's poem, where selves shift like costumes, inviting reflection on who we truly are.

Discover the evocative poetry of Lana Hechtman Ayers in her latest collection, _A Hole in the Night_, capturing love and nature's whispers.

Belletrist Once again I fall hard in love with a word. Belletrist: a writer of belles lettres. Beautiful letters! From apple to zigzag with twenty-four loves tall as ship masts or low as open water…

ONE ART’s October 2026 Reading Date: Sunday, October 4Time: 2pm EasternDuration: 1.5 hours Host: Mark Danowsky (Founder/EIC of ONE ART) Featured Poets: Susan Vespoli, Heather Kays, Jean Mikhail, jo…

~ ONE ART’s Fall 2026 Fundraiser ~ I hope you will help support ONE ART’s continued commitment to the poetry community. ONE ART is an independent, reader-supported poetry journal. ONE ART does not …

Day 80 Now I lay on the floor to ground myself. I left my phone in the living room so I wouldn’t be tempted to reread the messages from a year ago, wonder if the signs were there and I could be 15 …

Day 80 Now I lay on the floor to ground myself. I left my phone in the living room so I wouldn’t be tempted to reread the messages from a year ago, wonder if the signs were there and I could be 15 …

tender cuts i don’t like to be asked what my gender is anymore like silas denver melvin says, it is usually a case of cis people asking cis questions, which is to say you think you’re asking me how…

Diagnosis Silent in straight-back chairs, my wife and I watch the doctor review her chart. Alzheimer’s, he says. Then, without waiting a beat, he asks You going to keep teaching? His cool casualnes…

Singing Lesson Not until my second singing lesson did I admit that I had been strangled three times. I said it as a joke though it was true. I may have fainted or pretended to. It was in the martyr…

The Day My Children Got Stuck Damn my voice, stalled somewhere between the first and second floors of my lungs, non-explosive. Damn these hands, too vast to reach you through cracks. I never though…

I Close My Eyes on the Old World Tomorrow, I’ll board my plane, ending my temporary importance in this place, here where dusk can last for hours, the water ever silvery and shining, swans gli…

Paper Can Only Be Folded Seven Times, and Other Inconveniences Sometimes, at the intersection of Lewis, the light turns green just as the train stops traffic. Sometimes I let the mug run cold, leav…

In Praise of Our Wounds They say the moon was formed from the body of the earth as a consequence of a crash. Suddenly, and without notice, what was a whole planet became two, what was once perfect …

In Praise of Our Wounds They say the moon was formed from the body of the earth as a consequence of a crash. Suddenly, and without notice, what was a whole planet became two, what was once perfect …

When Hope Cries Out, It’s Usually Contained in Something It Shouldn’t Be like how today at work someone calls and asks me if the hospital accepts old wedding dresses, because her mom recently passe…

Every Yassified-Millenial-Feminista-Wine-Mom Has a T-Shirt Emblazoned with the Slogan “Not Fragile like a Flower — Fragile like a BOMB. 140 million years ago, the first flower danced its way …

ONE ART’s October 2026 Reading Date: Sunday, October 4Time: 2pm EasternDuration: 1.5 hours Host: Mark Danowsky (Founder/EIC of ONE ART) Featured Poets: Susan Vespoli, Heather Kays, Jean Mikhail, jo…

ONE ART’s October 2026 Reading Date: Sunday, October 4Time: 2pm EasternDuration: 1.5 hours Host: Mark Danowsky (Founder/EIC of ONE ART) Featured Poets: Susan Vespoli, Heather Kays, Jean Mikhail, jo…

Explore the journey of self-discovery and identity through the lens of genetics and family in this poignant reflection by Kari Burroughs Kraakevik.

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Tan Carton on the Porch, Addressed to Mom I cut the perforation and tug hard until it opens to another box, much easier to release and behold a nylon mesh around one more container, a six-inch blac…

Family Secrets We grew up in this small town. House, stockyard, supermarket, pub. Once or twice, we’ve ventured out to the wider world. Our forebears were miners— grew old digging in darkness. It’s…

ONE ART’s September 2026 Reading Date: Sunday, September 13 Time: 2pm Eastern Duration: 2 hours Host: Mark Danowsky (Founder/EIC of ONE ART) Featured Poets: James Crews, Denise Duhamel, Kelli Russe…

A Deer in the Furniture Showroom A young buck leapt through the plate glass window         and frightened by the breaking and the blood    &nb…

ONE ART’s September 2026 Reading Date: Sunday, September 13 Time: 2pm Eastern Duration: 2 hours Host: Mark Danowsky (Founder/EIC of ONE ART) Featured Poets: James Crews, Denise Duhamel, Kelli Russe…

The Passenger My teenage daughter tells me there are times when she wishes she wasn’t here— I try to hide my panic as she sits on her bed, not looking at me, fingers tracing the creases on her slee…

ONE ART’s September 2026 Reading Date: Sunday, September 13 Time: 2pm Eastern Duration: 2 hours Host: Mark Danowsky (Founder/EIC of ONE ART) Featured Poets: James Crews, Denise Duhamel, Kelli Russe…

United on Flight 93         “The bright-eyed daughter, the quick son.         Alphabet of names in a green field.” &n…

Into the Garden When I heard you were gone, of course I went into the garden. Barefoot in the damp greens, I tore my hair, looking skyward because what was there to do but tend to the details: form…

Walking Among the Last Crickets This lost summer of vegetables, Fall brings elongated shadows, where perhaps, dead souls guide us. Our world glides towards silence. Too many unspoken words. What do…

~ ONE ART’s Fall 2026 Fundraiser ~ I hope you will help support ONE ART’s continued commitment to the poetry community. ONE ART is an independent, reader-supported poetry journal. ONE ART does not …

~ ONE ART’s Fall 2026 Fundraiser ~ I hope you will help support ONE ART’s continued commitment to the poetry community. ONE ART is an independent, reader-supported poetry journal. ONE ART does not …

Green Before I knew the word, I knew the color — the way it arrived each morning differently, blue at the edge of the ridge before the sun cleared it, then yellow as the meadow grass woke to noon. …