it was after she'd gone to bed and my net
would not swallow any more of the swarm,
night like a rotted tooth almost jostled free.
down by the water's mouth I waded in mud
and moths knocked against me for hours.
the hollow hammer of their wings, a longing.
how could they have known I was only a man
that there was no lantern under my skin.
TYLER GONLAG is from Los Angeles, California. He is currently an MFA candidate at New York University.
BILL WOLAK is a poet, photographer, and collage artist. He has just published his twelfth book of poetry entitled Love Opens the Hands with Nirala Press. His collages have been published in over thirty magazines including The Annual, Peculiar Mormyrid, Danse Macabre, Dirty Chai, Hermeneutic Chaos Literary Journal, Lost Coast Review, Yellow Chair Review, Otis Nebula, and Horror Sleaze Trash. Recently, he was a featured poet at The Hyderabad Literary Festival. Mr. Wolak teaches Creative Writing at William Paterson University in New Jersey.