Cold Moon Journal

waning moon the point he tries to make fading Sharon Ferrante he can’t sleep so he writes me a poem about the cricket in th...

primeval atom expanding infinitely time and space Richard Bailly heading toward the coast night rain Richard Ba...

s pring deepens   the colour of this tree Maya Daneva marshy lake on either side mating frogs Maya Daneva

valley of flowers entering the twilight mountain trail   Govind Joshi early departure the silence of the chicks Govind Joshi

  reaching through the chain-link fence one white iris Ruth Holzer at the end of the familiar journey this time ...

in the woods a loneliness silenced by birdsong Alvin B. Cruz hospice window moonlight enters without permission Alvin B. Cruz

the next day       alone with a wishbone Ann Sullivan                                       butterflies     the wind catches ...

rain all night you were there Adrian Bouter cat's purr nothing can hurt us now Adrian Bouter

what's mine is yours what's yours is mine                       windstorm petro c.k. the vulnerability of be...

sea foam combing the knots from the wind Kelly Sargent spring sky sparrows discovering my vocal c(h)ords Kelly Sargent

seasonal sadness settling into raven song Bryan Rickert eclipse the time it takes poppies to close Bryan Rickert

gnomes frost-blanched boots Mike Gallagher a butterfly its shadow disappearing into shade Mike Gallagher the lioness a m...

barking at the sea wind wolf moon Deborah P Kolodji constant bird chatter silently I sit with butterflies Deborah P Kolodji ...

wishing well the orange question mark of a koi Louise Hopewell droning cicadas a fairy wren flits shadow to ...

on a pond steps to the sun water lilies cp howes   cryptic postcards From interstellar lasers crop circles cp howes

morning coffee the bitter taste of yesterday’s news Nalini Shetty dinner for one the candle burns at both ends Nalini Shetty ...

first cruise the destination doesn’t matter Ravi Kiran   deep within the shifting sands camel tracks Ravi Kiran   sometimes ...

lonely as my goldfish bubbles of past memories Hassane Zemmouri