Cold Moon Journal

fake profile — why would anyone want to be me Susan Burch getting under peoples’ skins poli(tics Susan Burch a thunderstorm ...

a shadow of a shadow down the rabbit hole Elliot Diamond

hidden caterpillars make latticework out of leaves David Cox

bottled winter the warmth of maple syrup Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

tall yarns the storyteller speaks beyond the beyond Mike Gallagher

highway robbery— every year less groundwater Mark Forrester waking to late-night sirens beach vacation Mark Forrester morning...

all-day-long the weight of storm before storm Meera Rehm finally the naked truth winter tree Meera Rehm

rusty hinge the old monarch butterfly opens its wings Michael Buckingham Gray school holidays ... the sand in my shoes Mic...

shallow of a pink shell seasons within Kavita Ratna river view a salmon floats on a cloud of oil Kavita Ratna

magic 8-ball I ask it how it’s feeling today Robert Beveridge sometimes no difference between monostich and cookie fortune Robert Bev...

L eaving the thrift shop on the dirty, shuttered street, an old lady holds two embroidered cushions stuffed with a thousand dollar notes....

b efore we talk I could be anyone Tony Williams   because of you I am a cell that kept dividing Tony Williams

earthworms . . . gender conflicts cease to exist Bipasha Majumder (De)

hummingbirds packing for Mexico Steve Van Allen

dead possum          walking Darrell Petska Grandma’s meander down memory lane lined with gravestones Darrell Petska

saltwater showers the wounds in you in me Kelly Sargent  

howler monkey your bold faced lies Bryan Rickert long marriage the silent treatment of snow Bryan Rickert

new widow a raven shares her song Karen O’Leary birdsong never a wrong note Karen O’Leary

summer night for every raindrop praises to God Yasir Farooq

mind excercise learning new things for extension of old life Manasa Reddy Chichili monsoon flood a bird's cage floating ...

dog park all the owners off leash   Louise Hopewell     murky pond a child scatters crumbs by the no feeding ducks sign Louise Hopewell...

that blush slinking over skyscrapers sunrise Rupa Anand

sunken ship… the ghostly rhythm of her violin Sharon Ferrante

tears of saints, the thundering voice of a priest Mircea Moldovan

scratching like crazy FedEx arrives with itch cream Chris Collins

misspent youth if only I could misspend it again Mark Hendrickson

from one balcony to the next spider silk Alexis Rotella

mountain mist the emptiness between us Andrew Brindle a silent falling of late summer dreams ocean rain Andrew Brindle a...