Cold Moon Journal

earthen pot the shape i take shifting homes Nitu Yumnam

shadow dance the coyote howels… a karaoke moon Elliot Diamond

on the edges of my periphery— you live Jennifer Gurney

I took the dragon by the tail held onto it my compass circle after circle in sand it drew me inward Kathabela Wilson

Y is why not an ypsilon all Greek to me Olinda Ninolakis

cherry blossoms and then some snow April fool Mark Gilbert

moonlit snow a fox prints her own poem Stephen Toft

gentle dawn ... the haiku remains unfinished Samo Kreutz

pendulum swing I let the memory heal Manoj Sharma   office window the ascending aroma from the alley bakery Manoj Sharm...

stale bread we can’t break the silence Timothy Daly blackberry bush this bitter departure Timothy Daly the side...

no water lilies but rock reflections in the winter pond I look for beauty in the cold and gray Jackie Chou a stone Buddha o...

Did I waste myself on excess, Wanting too much Until it became too little? Anthony Ward   To see the moon and hear the loon Is to f...

above or below i will always be here when wildflowers return Noga Shemer how many, he asks infinite, is her answer azalea petal...

the world careens from crisis to crisis  . . . pumpkin toadlets image and words Debbie Strange       vegan picnic three scoops of daisi...

romanian village — the sun rises from a basket of field flowers Steliana Cristina Voicu

Milk spilt Nothing is meant to remain Contained forever Georg Cook Sands shift The eviction notice Delivered Georg Cook

market day— a woman tying bundles of fresh lavender Leanne Mumford

then and now the declining number of beetles Wanda Amos women in black the harvest of their wombs cold in the eart...