Cold Moon Journal

After four inspiring years having fun with Cold Moon Journal , I have decided to pass the torch. If you are interested in assu...

shushing myself a walk through dry leaves John Pappas

winter drizzle i forget my umbrella in the train again Jahnavi Gogoi footprints in the snow questioning my life choices Ja...

twilight kingdom ending or beginning the dusky now Jonathan English

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