Cold Moon Journal

a flower does not talk . . . and yet this fragrance Robert Epstein my shrinking life I never did own a little black book ...

spring wind a bamboo hubbub rubs against the sky Robert Witmer a small boat asleep in the waves the fisherman tracing stars Ro...

broken mirror a fractured self stares back Nalini Shetty city park every bench has its own story Nalini Shetty

Squinting through pinholes in shoeboxes— kindergarten eclipse M. R. Pelletier Small talk—    he answers her questions    with ...

sky in the water two moored boats share the silence Mile Lisica I close my eyes to feel a little more the depth of the sea Mil...

what is and isn’t the moon behind stratocumulus clouds Joshua St. Claire end of greatness winter sun spent among the hemlocks ...

tiny pebble warmed by the memories of summer C.X. Turner morning sun on a journey of becoming C.X. Turner

bank queue stretching well beyond the welcome sign Maurice Nevile     train station the smokers lined up against the wal...

retired he completes his profile on a dating site Francoise Maurice east wind the yellow of dawn at the window Fra...

the last songbird on a mountaintop singing to the world Stephen Jarrell Williams empty railroad tracks sunflowers reaching skyw...

midnight snowfall the nonstop blaring of a car alarm Chen-ou Liu gathering shadows ten more people ticketed for sleeping rough ...

cavern walls— humming a tune from another time Mark Forrester morning mist a few swans sleeping on the pond— still...

turbulence the art of balancing black coffee Ravi Kiran a second look at the first impression red mushroom Ravi Ki...

partial sight his life in a goldfish bowl Tony Williams hailstorm— my hand stuck out to feel the sting Tony Williams

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