Afternoon of May 18, 2026

office day 

leaving myself

on mute

~thomas david

spores of the earth

pulsing in starbursts

—prayer path

~Goran Gatalica

cosmography—

I am lost

among the words

~Goran Gatalica

war memories—

hail pinging off

the windshield

~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

we say I love you

~Jennifer Gurney

a quiet voice

this patch of sun

the cat likes

~Anne Fox

midnight moon

my demons and I

greet the day

~Anne Fox

Variations in exactness 

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

temple offering —

those eyes lock into mine

before its head is chopped

~Rupa Anand

my wife tells me I'm exhibiting

pre-industrial sleep patterns

~Patrick Sweeney

rainy dawn

the petro-chemical scent

of home

~Patrick Sweeney