Diane Webster

      lightning flashes everyone stands still * doves balance on telephone wires girls play jump rope * wall of windows carved out of red brick see no evil     Diane Webster’s haiku/senryu have appeared in failed haiku, Kokako, Enchanted...

Adam Flint

      To the Litten Tree Morning sees droplets of spittle flicked over foraging insects. Down hind legs, hidden among the leaves, the sated dump fresh honeydew and trees weep sugar. Sweet hurt. Little graces matter. The bus drivers know us, let us smoke...

David Van-Cauter

      Bats You are pleased to see me in my gothic T-shirt – those bats, you say, have been your friends. Throughout the months you think you’ve been here, they have perched above your bed, protectors, telling you by sonar, not to fear. Without them, you...

Mark Wyatt

  Mark Wyatt now lives in the UK after teaching overseas. His work has recently appeared in Exterminating Angel, Greyhound Journal, Ink Sweat and Tears, Osmosis, Sontag Mag, Streetcake Magazine, and Talking About Strawberries All Of The Time. More here:...

Martin Rieser

      …tell it slant The river is an old demon & my heart is an infirm creature The river is sure of its way & my heart is capable of lies. The river is incapable of lies & my heart is beating,  beat on beat. The river flows from high to low...