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...

Stephen C. Curro

      calm river again, his fishing line caught on a tree * raindrops slide down the window death in the family * thick clouds snowflakes dot my dog’s fur * breaking clouds flower petals pasted to my windshield * Christmas dinner with Mom’s new...

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...

Deborah Karl-Brandt

      The Peace of Winter With every book I sell, with every piece of clothing I give away, with every one of my old toys I bury deep into the trash bin, I feel a bone deep tiredness creeping into my soul. I know, I know, I have to let go. But please...