
ONE ART: a journal of poetry
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ONE ART aims to publish poetry that adds value to the life of our readers. A poem must not only be good, it must be lasting. Ask yourself what poems you return to again and again. Those are the poems we want to share with the world.
ONE ART: a journal of poetry
2d ago
STOPPING BY
My mother said
butterflies visited her
in dreams. Outside
my bedroom window,
a yellow butterfly.
That’s her, stopping by,
then off she goes.
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Kenneth Pobo (he/him) is the author of twenty-one chapbooks and nine full-length collections. Recent books include Bend of Quiet (Blue Light Press), Loplop in a Red City (Circling Rivers), and Lilac And Sawdust (Meadowlark Press) and Gold Bracelet in a Cave: Aunt Stokesia (Ethel Press). His work has appeared in North Dakota Quarterly, Asheville Literary Review, Nimrod, Mudfish, Hawaii Review, and elsewhere.
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ONE ART: a journal of poetry
2d ago
My Mom Dies During a Pandemic
A hospital bed replaces
the one she shared with my father
for over 70 years,
her brain long ravaged
by Alzheimer’s.
She writhes,
the nurse says she’s transitioning.
I stand masked
in her bedroom doorway, immobile,
scared. I leave her dying
to the professionals.
It’s her birthday. I carry a card,
decorated with flowers and sparkles,
nothing more.
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A lifelong New Englander, Laurie Rosen’s poetry has appeared in The Muddy River Poetry Review, Peregrine, Oddball Magazine, Zig Zag Lit Mag, Gyroscope Review, Wilderness House Literary Review, Inquisitive Eater, a journa ..read more
ONE ART: a journal of poetry
2d ago
Small House
Our parents never kicked us
out of the nest, but now
that we’ve left, they can’t
leave it behind like
robins do every season—
stuck in the forks of an oak
or maple until the fallen
leaves reveal the hollow home.
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Today, my anger was a falling knife
Today, a sanguine sunset filled
my vision—I blinded myself in
anger, self-inflicted. Why I am mad
was a small thing, a pebble gumming up
a gear. Today, I was an angel,
falling. Today, my anger was a falling
knife, gyrating on its long axis.
I keep my knives dull—yes, you
caught me—even though it’s dangerous.
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ONE ART: a journal of poetry
4d ago
I’m Not a F*cking Superhero Just for Raising My Autistic Son
I just don’t know how you do it, she says, marveling,
her eyes wide like prey to express
just how awe-struck she truly feels.
You’re a Superhero.
My son, stimming, cavorting happily around the room;
neurodiverse, a bright ray of sun, simply delightful,
and brilliant like a savant;
she sees his meltdowns
his struggle to use the bathroom
declares me to be the Ubermensch
and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
There is consolation in her voice;
like she is sending up a holy prayer
of thanks
her own children do not have special needs.
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ONE ART: a journal of poetry
5d ago
AT THE GREEN CEMETARY AND NATURAL PATH SANCTUARY
For Rosemary
I’m lost on the narrow trails sloping
and curving among the exuberant green of late May.
I suppose my friend is everywhere here,
and that is the point: growing into the earth
now, indistinguishable from fern or maple,
oak or ash. Birdsong crisscrosses
everywhere as I make my way deeper
into the woods. It is supposed to be enough;
I might be too set or greedy, I want more–
one marker with dates chiseled
or raised in burnished bronze.
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ONE ART: a journal of poetry
6d ago
The Hard Talking We Do
For Dennis
What’s on your mind, friend
What has you twisted
I’d sure like to know it’s name
Walk a while with you
Towards the thing causing you so much pain
I have none of the answers
But I am certain to know the song you’re singing
Alone in the dark
And knowing is the ark
I’ve been around that part of town
I know the dangers
The regulars
The sound of a train where trains don’t run anymore
I see it’s gone dark in your house
You’re pacing the hours
Considering your options
The tools you’ll use for the job of extraction
Who can know if that dark will ever lift
Who has the ..read more
ONE ART: a journal of poetry
6d ago
Lovers’ Geometry
How the shape of me
fits into the shape of
you, the long lean
line of your body
as I curve against it,
your leg right-angled
over mine, the oval
of my head tucked
beneath the square
of your shoulder,
forming a composite
figure of which
even Euclid had
nothing to say.
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Claudia Mills is the author of over 60 books for young readers, including most recently the middle-grade verse novel The Lost Language (Holiday House 2021), named a Notable Verse Novel of the Year by the National Council of Teachers of English. She is also a faculty member in the graduate programs in children’s ..read more
ONE ART: a journal of poetry
1w ago
~ ONE ART’s Top 10 Most-Read Poets of May 2023 ~
Donna Hilbert
Heather Swan
Dick Westheimer
Betsy Mars
Jane Edna Mohler
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Jacqueline Jules
Joan Mazza
Richard Levine
Rachel Custer
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