Wayne F. Burke

      seagull flying over NO VACANCY beach motel * faces on a school bus: petals of flowers unopened * golden finches rise & fall like notes of a symphony before my bicycle     Wayne F. Burke’s haiku, and associated forms, have been...

Rhonda Melanson

      Holy Ground I imagine my mother pulling apart my praying hands. Don’t be such a holy roller, she’d taunt. Get over here, quit committing to the ethereal, get down on those knees and help your family pick strawberries. The bending made...

Chen-ou Liu

      * the sound of raindrops in our silence of farewell eviction night * 360 degrees of a lighthouse searchlight … this darkness (in me) * this fresh morning so much like the others … yet starlings shape-shift     Chen-ou Liu is...