Cold Moon Journal

tornado a few sepia pictures under a rocking chair Mircea Moldovan

4 am the silence in A major Sébastien Revon

rereading War and Peace the old pages are as fresh nowadays as before Vasile Moldovan

roof leak twinkle of stars in her eyes Lakshman Bulusu * new moon night in the starry silence heartbeats Lakshman Bulusu

by starlight… these days of the hereafter David Kāwika Eyre

summer fair someone forgot to tell the rain Joanna Ashwell

bent nails the clink inside a beggar’s cup Michelle V. Alkerton

earthen pot  – the lady pours cool water into my cupped hands Sreenath

comet dances down spitting fire, ash, and stardust imprints on earth’s skin. Madisen Bellon

after the blossoms bees too arrive on the plum tree Govind Joshi

amber scent... on a fasting evening a deep prayer could it erase all the sorrow? Hassane Zemmouri

spring breeze –   on the easel   the buds bloom Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

nightingale if I might have this dance I would sing with you Ron Scully

monologue beside my mother’s grave I share the latest news   Paul Callus

Maundy Thursday bells we walk the local footpaths admiring poppies Vivien Eliades

old comb ... the orchid scent disentangled Samo Kreutz

wild grasses the breath of the wind In her light hair Françoise Maurice

a bandoned teddy his playfulness imprisoned by time Goran Lowie