Cold Moon Journal

the wind in my hair a dusting of moonrise   Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

burial night not quite long enough for us to find all of the stars   Stephen Toft

autumn trees soon to become completely naked one by one I let go of attachments Jackie Chou

on the wings of a moth a poem   Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

winter Galaxy a drop of milk in my coffee Mirela Brăilean

origami cranes ... another winter without dad Cherry A

autumn leaves swept aside for the mourners Stephen Toft

first frost over the chrysanthemums mom's shawl Mirela Brăilean

love letter his promises paper-thin Jackie Chou

winter moon … the drunk and his dog whine together R. Suresh Babu

you are my roots holding me to grounds my flower adding colours to my life and fragrance to soul Ram Chandran

grief tearing down these walls Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

getting cold the deep bowl of a beggar Nikolay Grankin

my mother remembered for her better days the brief blooming of cactus flowers Jackie Chou

pandemic . . .  wasted olympic fireworks  beside mount fuji   Milan Rajkumar

morning heat a pine drops dew across my face Pat Davis

first light petroglyphs on the stone Nikolay Grankin

solar flare what you  couldn’t hide Tiffany Shaw-Diaz