Cold Moon Journal

reaped harvest — my teenager says hello to the homeless woman Kelly Sargent the childhood I wish I had dandelion puff Kelly S...

this solitude… a cloud cloaking my days with ease the silence no word wants to escape Rita Melissano sitting on a ...

city co-op garden – not even my own empire of dirt Susan Burch horrible day – my haiku grow fangs Susan Burch

wolf moon a solitary daffodil waves in the wind Katherine E Winnick

first vulture . . . imagining the past lives of this old pine Kristen Lindquist sun halo the overlapping orbits of vultures in flig...

mountain town help wanted signs in every window Patrick Kitchen summer heat a box of my things on her front porch Patrick K...

spring full moon brightens the garden yesterday's laundry Wiesław Karliński bird singing goes silent for a moment woodcutter...

sun rays penetrate the empty attic warming cobwebs Chris Collins

balancing the t.v. set to watch jersey shore history textbook Anthony Lusardi

always the leader — his son's name at the top of the list on the war memorial John J. Dunphy

every stem balancing its blossom spring equinox Paula Sears spring morn the green hillside singing with sheep Pa...

antidepressant – the sun shines all day Krzysztof Kokot

the warm hum of sleepy voices — bedtime stories Katja Fox the sun behind a dragonfly’s wings— she prays for peace Katja Fox

woodpecker’s beat through the spring drizzle through my umbrella Maya Daneva

nonstop tears in the mind of drought dissolving memories Bhawana Upadhyay

air supremacy — an aerial fandango of fierce cardinals Leon Tefft tumbleweeds roving through cities that never were views never...

forest trail an elk’s antlers point the way Neena Singh garden swing… a lingering day on cloud nine Neena Singh