Cold Moon Journal

fallen leaves on his headstone how long he's been gone A lvin B. Cruz * second marriage she's having second thoughts Alv...

summer heat the gravediggers’ days buried in ash Ellen Kom   * his last will a testament of hate... the family gathers Ellen Kom

my inner hermit in a solitude — a leafless orchard Manoj Sharma

the day bleeds into nightfall war Mariangela Canzi    *   wild flowers — I share solitude with the mountains M...

June begins — the plant furrows brimming with rain Maurizio Brancaleoni

night walk the charisma of a statue without hands Mircea Moldvan

An empty chair, A hollowed pillow, an unmade bed, A singing clock, An absent name. Manali Choudhury

attic hideaway babushka dolls unnesting Michelle V. Alkerton * familiarity borscht simmering with a sprig of dill Mic...

her touch the softness of flowers Mike Gallagher

moving day I dig up the tulip bulbs from my garden Maya Daneva

everything within me outsider art Bryan Rickert

the wiggly lid on her takeout cup hazy moon Barrie Levine

from the dawn light of these woods she flies  into the tamarind tree   to feed her chick . . . Rupa Anand

lines of geese honk flying north with the sun rush hour Ruth Happel   * whole world in snail’s shell pulled behind him everywhere ...

starlit night — I tell my children the stories grandma told me Ram Chandran

night heron still hunting the day moon Mark Forrester

a bee, hovering dangling her legs in the buzz Mark Gilbert

who I was and long to be adrift clouds with shadows evan coram *   through oak boughs the porch light on and off evan coram