Cold Moon Journal

hollow tree— I try to figure out the depth of solitude C.X.Turner

after the noon rain rainbow across the sky we hang our laundry Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam

On washing lines The spotted starlings form Musical notes RJ Humbl

Rotting log—    forest returns    to forest M. R. Pelletier

cranberry sauce in-laws take sides of the table Ron Scully *   leftovers what we talk about driving home Ron Scully

passing village school the child in me slips through train window Ram Chandran

Sunlight through stained glass, new patterns on an ancient stone floor. Caroline Ridley-Duff

blinking with a thousand eyes raindrops on the lake Robert Witmer *   chainsaws no one to answer the ringing in the...

Speaking every day with silence Maria Malferrari

fridge magnets yet another plan to sort out my life Barrie Levine

taproom the clink of a coin as it drops in the jukebox Joseph P. Wechselberger

nightly stroll my shadow a black cat Chris Langer *   sunny afternoon painting the wall with shadow puppets Chris Langer *   ...

waking from a dream of love I'm grateful for imagination in place of memory Ruth Holzer

beaver moon — the hospice so cold without noise Maria Teresa Sisti

forest jazz a polyrhythm of woodpeckers Peter Jastermsky

alley cat today my friend meow, meow Chris Peys *   rainy day (un)folded paper still not a crane Chris Peys

cat scratches on the window haiku Refika Dedić

g nawing from dusk til dawn... forecast of biting cold under the light of the full beaver moon    Pat Geyer