Every article ONE ART: a journal of poetry publishes, as JSON, through an open API with
no key and no signup. 725 of their articles are indexed right now, refreshed
hourly.
English#7,389 by volume
Four ways to pull oneartpoetry.com
All four are ours, all four are live, and none of them needs a key.
JSON Search this publisher
Every article we hold from oneartpoetry.com, newest first. Add q= to search inside.
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RSS Subscribe in any reader
The same articles as an RSS 2.0 feed. Works in Feedly, Inoreader, Thunderbird — anywhere.
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JSON Feed For apps
JSON Feed 1.1, the same content in a format apps parse natively.
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Trimmed For agents
Only the fields an agent needs — title, url, date, language — so the response stays small.
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What this outlet covers, by share of its recent output:
entertainment 100%
Call the API
A live request. Paste it into a terminal and ONE ART: a journal of poetry headlines come back as JSON.
Articles per day over the last 82 days. The busiest hour is 13:00 UTC — that is when the newsroom pushes its main batch.
The 1 hatched days are gaps in the upstream news archive, not quiet days at ONE ART: a journal of poetry: the whole corpus dips on those dates. They are excluded from the median above.
When ONE ART: a journal of poetry actually publishes, by hour of day (UTC) and by day of week —
measured from 725 timestamps, not from a schedule they advertise.
Sections
Sections come from the publisher's own markup, present on 3% of their articles.
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 t
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 pretend
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 thr
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 a
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
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
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, bec
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
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, Hea
32 Percent I am 32 percent my mother. I jumped for joy. There was a way to measure it. Only 32 percent her. More my dad. My brother called it the lesser of two evils. I c
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
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 ol
A Deer in the Furniture Showroom A young buck leapt through the plate glass window and frightened by the breaking and the blood of his wounds, disassembled couch sectiona
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 trac
United on Flight 93 “The bright-eyed daughter, the quick son. Alphabet of names in a green field.” The Names, Billy Collins When I see us I see Icarus flying, only flying
Does ONE ART: a journal of poetry have an official API?
Not a public one. This endpoint is the practical alternative: their articles as
structured JSON, with title, lead, publication time, section, byline and a link back to
the original.
How do I get their RSS feed?
Most publishers expose one at /rss or /feed, but feeds carry
only the last few dozen items and drop them within hours. This index keeps 725 of
their articles and lets you filter by date, language and section.
How many articles does ONE ART: a journal of poetry publish per day?
5 on a median day, measured across 82 days.
Can I use this commercially?
The API is free and unauthenticated. What you may do with the content is between you
and the publisher: we return metadata, a lead paragraph and a link, not a licence.
