Kayode Isaac's got a life

My Life’s BackI was doing this before, steadily –And for my age and range, doing it wellCuddling you, molding you, making-up and dressing your contentsI was using you, not only as the butter for my bread But also as the point of my strength – the only meal that truly...

Helen Pletts is checking out Facebook

Facebook He is pinningtiny rows of coloured heads– the secretly destroyed butterfliesof his heart. They face an empty bar stool,or turn their glances to the wind– locks of hair separating,twisting across absent-minded brows. And when they send him...

Lanie Rebancos is alone

ALONE the other side of the bedwas empty, creased-freewhen I woke up again this morningforgetting you had to leavethat I have to do things bymyself, alone.it was already ten A.M.the sun was high but Ican't feel the heatonly the coldness of the nightsI tried...

New haibun by Anne Brooke

The secret smell of lemonsThe road before us darkens. The shadow of your body next to mine as we walk together. Only the rustle of the leaves. The breeze whispering me to safety might be the sound of your voice. Between us lie all the words we cannot say, although now...