Cold Moon Journal

holding myself grateful for these arms Cynthia Anderson

I wrap my arms around her softness cotton moon Barrie Levine

field of stars when i read the poems of Mary Oliver Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

cooking lesson gramma teaches me to pinch spices Barrie Levine

break of dawn the farmer puts on boots with yesterday's mud Rp Verlaine

Our egg tray carried marbles and hair clips, a swirl of dusty sunlight. Dennis Andrew S. Aguinaldo

not thinking about anything the snowy volcano Maria Concetta Conti

reading haiku— the length of the toddler’s tea party Miriam Sagan

Saturday night smiling looking at the photo of the laughing bride Nani Mariani

last farewell the moon's face on the calendar Carmela Marino

sunny window— there’s always a way out Cynthia Anderson

old kerosene lamp in the dusty attic shadows of the past Zoran Doderovic

burqa and yet catcalls Vandana Parashar

competition between brothers parading wives Sherry Grant

night fishing a mink asks for a treat Caroline Krakora

between thoughts and words the poetry slips Ram Chandran

plum blossoms - the first dresses I bought from Japan Ana Drobot

summertime somewhere someone Patricia Hawkhead