Cold Moon Journal

pandemic funeral - behind the widow convoy of leaves   Mirela Brăilean

freedom to walk away stray cat Susan Bonk Plumridge

indifferent to the names we give her cold moon Barrie Levine

half moon. . . my memories of you  incomplete Surashree Joshi

p eering ages into the past stargazing Douglas J. Lanzo

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