Cold Moon Journal

only after you switch the light off in the hall and the last plane of the night descends, can I fall asleep Ruth Holzer windsto...

first kiss the dark mystery of a new moon David He

trial the judge drops the gavel Pitt Büerken

shipwrecked a gale of free-floating grace Kelly Moyer   pearls the loneliest bird tethers to the nest Kelly Moyer wishing we...

early morning the storm under my skull Timothy Daly yoga class trying to balance commitments Timothy Daly t...

funeral lilies the young father learns to french braid John Pappas between that and this winter rain John Pappas flood ...

frogspawn black holes in a rippled universe Robert Witmer tricycle tracks all the branches of the human tree Robert...

still in slippers spring morning Brad Bennett   sunlight through the skylight by way of the moon Brad Bennett bird tracks ...

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