Sharon Phillips

      You decide to make more of your day off not fritter it reading books that half-bore you books celebrated in Sunday supplements books that in five years or maybe ten will represent modern fiction on the syllabuses you teach so you put on jeans and...

Susan Castillo Street

      Under the Volcano, 23 June 2016 In the distance, Mt. Etna rises, summit veiled in smoke and clouds.  Below, fields ripple out, fold into deep blue valley. I sit at a café on the square. Passegiata crowds surge and swirl. Two men strum plaintive...

Ann Christine Tabaka

* critters scurry preparing for winter a nut cracks my skull * shadows deepen as autumn nears time to close the door * a rainy day falls from the sky barefooting it       Ann Christine Tabaka lives in Delaware.  She is a published poet and artist....

Finola Scott

      Planes over Guernica Lanzarote, Autumn  1937 The artist hides in a cave doesn’t sketch bison hunts. His feet crackle on black gravel, rust red rock crowds his head. He goes where lava sizzled into sea, hauls strange fish from nooks, catches...

Helen Harrison

    Stood Here Like A Lemmin’ Rain drops fall like they used to, each one a wet train into an adolescent’s bedroom. Waiting for it to stop, wanting it to start. Borrowed vynl and homemade compilation tapes, listening to The Wonderstuff, chosen by you. Songs...