Cold Moon Journal

The taste of sloe gin underneath the blackthorn boughs— a blossom-veiled moon. Pippa Phillips

eyes closed the water lily becomes a lotus Pat Davis

Poppy Seeds swearing right hands raised ... lone veteran salutes packing bags    called again       peace and war silently walkin...

experimental forms the topology of haiku Pat Davis

strumming violin . . . the garden sweeper adds to the melody   Taofeek Ayeyemi

in a pile of leaves sounds of a child's scattered laughter... i remember hope Pat Geyer

senior years a few leaves left to fall Peter Jastermsky

warm cigar ash    silent conversation B.A. France

bullet train how fast can I forget you     Christine L. Villa

Moonlit dewdrop — the last grain of rice. Pippa Phillips

used-book store its dusty true-crime section covered with fingerprints John J. Dunphy

morning despair a shoelace goes untied    Peter Jastermsky

a soft impulse echoes from the past— mountain breeze Neena Singh

I sense the coin is cursed (evil witch) so I pick it up to pocket being a believer in fairy tales Roberta Beach Jacobson

h omeless encampment returning children share their trick or treat candy John J. Dunphy

mudflats the walking stick deep and still   Peter Jastermsky

the sheen of glass gem corn . . . heirloom pearls Debbie Strange

sticky notes the only thing holding us together   Peter Jastermsky