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...

Christine Eales

      shallow breathing the pulse of the moon haunts me still * how heavy the scent of rain longing for home * between clouds the blue notes of a skylark * past midnight she rocks her new doll to sleep     Christine Eales lives in Surrey, UK....

Meg Arnot

      * her black eye . . . red scarf muffles the sting of the north wind * muddy gaiters – Coniston Water in my wardrobe * lamb in the talons of a white-tailed eagle time of the tide     Meg Arnot’s haiku/senryu and tanka have been published...