Cold Moon Journal

empty paint tubes the thickened layers of regret Debbie Strange

prairie dawn caws punctuating the pale skyline Silk~

falling into seasonal depression Lori A Minor

s ometimes the only thing i know to be true is that the sun has risen somewhere brightly in our sky Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

eating dinner  crosslegged by the screen door  listening to crickets   Susan Bonk Plumridge

early autumn all night long the crickets Bill Waters

ancient oak the hollow space inside me Debbie Strange

unseen star hearing the whisper between shouts   Kat Lehmann

thoughts growing into words  Susan Bonk Plumridge

  oil spill discoloring our deep sea of dreams Silk~

this piece of amethyst i hold in my hand what secrets have you kept during your long life Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

charcoal sky the fading scent of rain that never came Silk~

midnight rainstorm all that can be imagined Kat Lehmann

her cloth soaked with tears… on the edge of curled green leaf the burden of the heavy rains Pravat Kumar Padhy

the hunger moon on food stamps Lori A Minor

croaking crow: y ou scold me as if I were to blame, as if I were the cause of your hidden sorrow Bill Waters

grieving under a Covid moon Roberta Beach Jacobson

Veterans' Day panhandler points to his Purple Heart John J. Dunphy