Cold Moon Journal

in bloom… the scent of light of your hand cream Steliana Cristina Voicu crab apple moon — the painter carefully rounds a blo...

I watch a candle warm itself on my wall I want that passion in the yellow haze Sharon Ferrante I always tell the t...

white dove a token totem for non-existent peace Sankara Jayanth perennials not without goodbyes Sankara Jayanth

flu season . . . the hypochondriac senses demise in a single sneeze that could wake the dead Susan Yavaniski a big smile. . ...

dancing on rooftops new declaration end of all wars Stephen Jarrell Williams

watercolor of purple and blue moon rising Shasta Hatter fog in distant trees... funeral rites Shasta Hatter

pollen counting the ways you hate me Susan Burch

bitter wind lost voices of loved ones Stephanie Zepherelli carving wood i remember dad’s hands covered in dust Stephanie Zep...

birds fly a pathless path with no contrail Steve Van Allen

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