An SMS poetry magazine: OneSixty. That’s how many characters each poem can contain. They’d like new submissions for their second issue; the first has a few charming poems, though perhaps nothing stunning. I had expected poems about SMSing or about the situation, words on phones. There is only one:
I know it will be u on the phone.
I prefer Alison Dunne’s:
the way you
took my glass
(you’ve made it clear)
that have no interest
in tasting me.
I imagine sending such an SMS. The thought conjures up many possible stories. I like that. (via Kari)