Cold Moon Journal

playing  through my fingers  monster movie Thomas Tilton

mid-life crisis will I always be someone’s something Vandana Parashar

empty square street musician playing for its soul Zoran Doderovic

whole again among the lake and trees Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

dry goldenrod the remains of growth through the snow Susan Bonk Plumridge

apartment living her marigolds beam through my window Nisha Raviprasad

Frida Kahlo a flame rises within the night Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

black coffee swirling in a spiral galaxy stargate in a cup Strider Marcus Jones

fleeing spring my thoughts still push the garden swing Minal Sarosh

babbling brook  this too is peace    Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

I follow the sound of the temple bell heavy fog Tsanka Shishkova

honeysuckle grows around the arch of midnight into the wormhole Strider Marcus Jones

I witness you falling in love with everything. With everything and yourself. Amy Van Duzer

sunflowers their heaviness bends the noon sun Neena Singh

sunrise the laughter of the rose-pickers   Maya Daneva

my reflection in the mirror of memory Bill D. Johnston

while we wait for the covid vaccine the moon rises Vasile Moldovan

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