Chen-ou Liu

  tongues of fire … the things I take the things it takes * drawn-out yawn . . . morning sunlight tangled in my old dog’s tail * beach sunset paints her face wine-red before love after love * around a bend in the wooded trail giant cliff Buddha *...

Anthony Lusardi

      no more chemo . . . lying in the snow to make a new angel * ambiguity among white clouds and black birds * last of dusk illuminating a sludge’s slime trail * lanternfly crawling up a maple in a movie poster * sunday evening contemplating...

Millie Godwin

      Tendril Tongues Why do I keep trying to rekindle old flames when I’ve told her time and time again that a relit cigarette just doesn’t taste the same       Willow Becomes Butterfly Our love flows heavy then lingers like tired...