Cold Moon Journal

are rubies simply fragments of forgotten dreams it is possible that we once lived as the dust between sand Tiffany ...

unshed tears the space between our meeting Neena Singh

after his death missing his silence Christine L. Villa

stillness the rising mist in my whispers Pat Davis

autumn rain... down payment on spring gardens B.A. France

Daylight trickling into the subway— satori. Pippa Phillips

cloudless sky... memories of summer blackberry preserves B.A. France

clouds overtake stars moon runs behind darkness... a race til morning Pat Geyer

forenoon nap . . . woken by the clinks of cowbells   Taofeek Ayeyemi

deserted ranch the corral fence bounded by a sagebrush John J. Dunphy

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