Cold Moon Journal

smelling of hand lotion the braille book John J. Dunphy

through fog the honk of geese emerges Diane Webster

the brush of snow empty window frames to a sky Elliot Diamond

A noise during the funeral. A bumblebee also mourns Granny. Oliver Kleyer

bare oaks all their branches hold up the sky Oscar Luparia

Empty birch branches stand bent, gaunt in bitter cold Sheets of ice clinging. Yvona Fast

sleeping alone the length of night on your pillow Gavin Austin

slowed-down pace the raindrops no longer beat on my face Xiaoou Chen

cloud nestles into mountain curves — afternoon sun Anne Curran

sun-warmed branches grandma’s love nourishing our tree Douglas J. Lanzo

high tide bits of the seal float back to sea Helen Ogden

waves break — seagulls at the shoreline Alison Rogers

wind-beaten grass all the things I leave behind Daniela Misso

gusts of wind are quieter — I sail to another spring Dejan Ivanovic

alphabet soup the first grader puts words on the plate's edge Pitt Büerken

A pebble thrown Causes ripples The water returns to stillness Georg Cook A flame is lit Sparking into life Darkness ebbs away Ge...

anthropocene — one of last evening songs by frog choir Wiesław Karliński

gangster's funeral circulating among the mourners process servers John J. Dunphy