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...

Chen-ou Liu

      sky, sea and sand … in light and palm shadow old dog and me * a face in the care home window sliver of moon * obituaries circled in his week-old newspaper … deep winter * dipping in the mountain lake me and spring moon * thunder-leaden...