Cold Moon Journal

wisteria – the days I fancied myself an apprentice geisha Ana Drobot

baking bread listen how everything rests Caroline Krakora

footprints the ants didn't leave any Jharna Sanyal

moonlight — enough to see the shadows of the past B.A. France

bee hive grandma’s humming fills the kitchen Minal Sarosh

watercolor a butterfly stained with pollen Angiola Inglese

listen to the wolves' howling I'm no longer alone Mirela Brăilean

the blank stare of a rhino's eyes in mine Pat Davis

Mardi Gras street musician blows his sax through a mask    John J. Dunphy

The sea is the answer to the sky’s question Can you try to stay with me a little longer as the waves break beneath my f...

beat of music... works as an ointment to heal   Kamrun Nahar

camellia atop the table... high tea Pat Geyer

first raindrop the hibiscus flower falls Vladislav Hristov

frost on the grasses above the crystal drops a glass moon Minko Tanev

circle of life in a desert of change... movable feast Pat Geyer

first dose — I become immune to their comments Ana Drobot

full moon night a spotted leopard jumps over the fence Stoianka Boianova

war children and blackbirds fight for the cherry tree Vladislav Hristov