Cold Moon Journal

poets say we all have a voice on a windless night my cat’s paw rings the chimes Sharon Ferrante new moon I reverse my jacket ...

cherry blossoms a sick man turns back for one more look Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

s prain walking the walk from my sofa Scott Wiggerman

and on the balconies snow accumulates— plastic flowers Vincenzo Adamo my actions go down in value— autumn leaves Vincenzo Adam...

hidden in the noise a humpback's song Mark Gilbert it’s winter when the last tear-shaped pear hits the ground Mark Gi...

fog rolls in the song of a saltmarsh sparrow Mark Forrester

migratory birds return to their nests after winter's chill I set off to find you once more Fatma Zohra Habis

(December) fleeting sweetness of the world baklava Ruth Holzer (November) thumb, forefinger disentangling the...

a love letter to keep forever stamps Alvin B. Cruz

o utside table... the seagull waits for crumbs Thomas Landgraf winter afternoon... the homeless woman paints a cathedral Tho...

you & I talk, don’t talk, secrets held like fire in our hands, burning to our souls, red-hot scars searing deep into our memories ...