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...

Anthony Lusardi

      winter sunset— how he says “young” after telling his long age     Anthony Lusardi lives in Rockaway, NJ, where he works with the night crew at a Costco store. His poetry has been published in various prints, including Modern Haiku, The...