By: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. That you so unsparingly issue In cups of blighting blows Laced with acid the corrosive breathe Of aphids on petals of hope quivering On cusps between one secret longing To another – these sick little…

By: Paris Hughes I dodged mirrors after the surgery, Would even wrinkle my eyelids in a tight Squeeze near glass, not ready to view The twisted limb, to know why the pinched Nerves pushed out cries and curses in darkness.                 Months…