Cold Moon Journal

softly falling rain we look out the same window in opposite directions Alvin B. Cruz

full moon the deepest silence of the night in your grave Nani Mariani

waxing gibbous moon dangling on the edge of space the fullness of life Shane Huey

clothes flung on the floor — summer heat Lafcadio

Truck sputters exhaust front seat replete with crushed Coors lilac scent long gone Yash Seyedbagheri

solitary pawn alone on a chessboard where are all the others? John Grey

mayfly down may day may day Tina Mowrey

overdue family gathering sweeter than pie   JL Huffman

winds of war — in front of the moon wisp of smoke Angiola Inglese

lockdown — me and my shadow Corey D. Cook

deserted cottage... those days I wasn't afraid to dream Samo Kreutz

fading with sunset line of refugees blends into next day Douglas J. Lanzo

city morning bustle a pigeon’s bright red toes Hemapriya Chellappan

pair... most often we use for shoes Kamrun Nahar

on e way out the train I didn’t take Ken Slaughter

R adetzky March — old gentleman suddenly opens his eyes Krzysztof Kokot

blue-eyed grass labels don't define me Anette Chaney

ocean breeze — the taste of salt on your lips Lafcadio