Cold Moon Journal

my haiku counting more revisions than syllables R adhamani Sarma

words upon the paper but a robin sings Susan Bonk Plumridge

rows of paddy - mingling with green the blue of sky Sushama Kapur

combing mom’s hair . . . a lake ripples with silver Barrie Levine

temple bells calling for dawn beyond the hills Baisali Chatterjee Dutt

narrow street rubbing up against me the bell's echo Samo Kreutz

lucid interval I die and come back all so soon Mona Bedi

I send out my apologies to the world let me know when it is safe to re-emerge Joanna Ashwell

crumbs birds have to eat somewhere Keith Evetts

summer heat - the snappy ticking of my Dali clock Mirela Brăilean

phone screens: the loneliness of a crowd Arvinder Kaur

oranges in each day seeds of haiku Minal Sarosh

the octopus dreams of the fisherman's wife her second skin slipping off so easily P ippa Phillips

withered field my feelings for you six feet under Surashree Joshi

the wait for his homecoming… coffee rings Arvinder Kaur

housewarming the moon drops in armed with nothing Bakhtiyar Amini

scare tactics … another evening watching tv with mom B.A. France

my new table made from reclaimed wood the ring from my coffee cup encircles a bullet hole John J. Dunphy