Cold Moon Journal

all i know is this the cello has fallen still and all is quiet:         the music of what is not         ah, what strange m...

day of leaving I put our moon in my backpack Adrian Bouter * rock bottom love is a river Adrian Bouter

the autographed page torn out Patrick Sweeney *   again today ignoring the lump Patrick Sweeney   * I only like the idea of strawb...

lone light candle flame in the dark Uchechukwu Onyedikam insects and birds die by it C hristina Chin

the flutter by of the butterfly i too am changed Christopher Peys     *     under the sycamore with a sandwich and summer Christop...

Autumn star I always travel the same road Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

down platform doors bang open and shut on our silence Mike Gallagher *     frogspawn the future of the planet somehow surer Mi...

ginkgo the dog stops to mark my words Mariel Herbert

toad plops in cat’s water bowl a hiss, a slap Ray Spitzenberger *     a walker corrects my wobble at eighty-eight Ray Spitzenb...

childless and the only child of an only child … the brief lives of mayflies Joseph P. Wechselberger

63 . . . few words  left to share Susan Bonk Plumridge   *   63 . . . deep stretch in my knees Susan Bonk Plumridge     *   63 . ....

golden anniversary his affinity for her heirloom tomatoes Kelly Moyer

not a soul in sight— my footsteps follow me on this wooded path Rupa Anand   * neighbourhood park— on discarded idols moss drap...

harvest moon everything they say is true Tony Williams *   summer shimmer the wildflower I like is poisonous Tony W...

sun-burned grass all these useless words John Pappas *   empty mall all the mannequins dressed in darkness ...

first day of school the teacher dons her bulletproof vest Jennifer Isham

first petrichor after learning the word petrichor Saumya Bansal * morning drizzle she pretends to speed walk Saumya ...

downpour — floating in rain a lone leaf. Vipanjeet Kaur