Cold Moon Journal

that story… is already written in the sand the sky has heard the water singing it Rita R. Melissano in the murmur of a calm ...

pre-autumn breeze she brushes her hair to take out the trash Robert Epstein

dad’s chair the worn cushion beneath the cat Robert Witmer white nights the ghost by the fire asleep Robert Witmer ba...

day moon — today with yesterday's dream Ram Chandran

climbing to reach her soul ivy Richard Bailly riding a tricycle— again Richard Bailly

sand dollar saved for a rainy day week's vacation Ron Scully

candied bacon the ice cream flavours she loved Ravi Kiran on a leaf still holding on first snow Ravi Kiran dry riverbed...

a new sprig on the horizon baby’s breath Kelly Sargent questioning why no more shooting stars Kelly Sargent double conson...

an S shape in the window of her content Pippa Phillips cold morning the curl of a cat’s tail around my wrist Pippa P...

border check—     monarch overtakes       a long queue Federico C. Peralta

    Mar 26: periodic table the stars that flow through us Eugeniusz Zacharski Apr 5: closed clinic another choice ...

from where the wind is blowing an election flyer Robert Kania

two racks of antlers collapsing stars Joshua St. Claire

Because it has 3 lines and you mention spring doesn’t make it a haiku. Michael Minassian