Cold Moon Journal

war and peace not always black and white Kelly Sargent creeping ivy through the wagon handle the decisions I make by indecisi...

unnatural glow backlit mountain ridges boros below JL Huffman snowbound day chili heats palate and soul JL Huffman

on the doorstep will she finally enter new moon Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

foreign posting the aerograms I write home Anne Curran city square — the clink of loose change into the busker's...

social media tattered flag at a hill battling to be seen Priti Khullar

outbox draft deleting the dear in her dear john letter Barrie Levine   in his place in my bed the cat Barrie Levine ...

half moon hides in the pine... words left unsaid Neena Singh   a barn owl's cry: the dark circles under my eyes N...

    Family of Birds Stephen Jarrell Williams

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