office day
leaving myself
on mute
~thomas david
spores of the earth
pulsing in starbursts
~Goran Gatalica
cosmography—
I am lost
~Goran Gatalica
war memories—
hail pinging off
~Goran Gatalica
A sleeping angle of torturous stories and reprimands, the last of cares and worries stored in the I
Cloud.
~John Vlachos
Scripted
To be of responding kisses, throwing all that you know of life in an obsequious transition, a terse
reminder of the scripted conversations that walk with a limp.
~John Vlachos
slow blinking
with my cat
~Jennifer Gurney
a quiet voice
this patch of sun
~Anne Fox
midnight moon
my demons and I
~Anne Fox
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
temple offering —
those eyes lock into mine
~Rupa Anand
my wife tells me I'm exhibiting
~Patrick Sweeney
rainy dawn
the petro-chemical scent
of home
~Patrick Sweeney






