Cold Moon Journal

august drought she asks about daffodil bulbs David Kāwika Eyre * in one hop the grasshopper becomes grass David Kāwika Eyre

Saigon downpour children swim in the streets Jimmy Pappas *   plugged into the earth . . .   daffodil yellow   Jimmy Pappas

magic hour the clop of hooves down the road Stephen C. Curro  * alpenglow a golden moon in silken clouds St...

high school scrubbing insults off bathroom stalls Cloris Shi

summer sunset I catch my breath in the lake’s reflection Mona Bedi   *   deep winter — mom’s lullaby sneaks into my dream Mona ...

rainy moon mourning flowers around the world for Queen Elizabeth II Nani Mariani

power lines hum in the wind all day an old hymn stuck in my head Herbert Shippey

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 . ....