Cold Moon Journal

an old wagon heavy with hay remembering the rain Robert Witmer sunrise bursts into the room the brass buddha winks Robert Witm...

cracked teapot filling cups with fond memories Stephanie Zepherelli between us a flickering candle . . . shared secrets Stepha...

an open book left on a tree stump . . . ants pass by Daniela Misso silence between us – the stones cast shadows on ...

harvest moon not enough to feed the poets Biswajit Mishra

sunshine all around me the silence of houseplants Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

oneness your inner spring makes my soul bloom Oscar Luparia solitary pine . . . the place where I'll stop when I am gone Os...

no echo the sharpness of cricketsong Joshua St. Claire

birds without their nests wildfire Tsanka Shishkova

mild breeze mother's hand caresses my face Eugeniusz Zacharski

a lightness to our leaving garden webs Brad Bennett

aunt house without aunt… all my haiga in her vineyard Steliana Cristina Voicu timeless garden — my children playing my childhood...

in the valley's depth, a spring gushes forth. David Ngo

resting in the shade i listen to a river telling its stories Nancie Zivetz-Gertler it's hard to find clothes w...

concertina stretching spring into summer Bonnie J Scherer

adjusting a picture frame the world in place Mike Fainzilber memorial service replacing the priest a jazz quartet Mike Fainzilb...

cracking open the cool shale an ancient fern Mark Forrester

thickened fog — I still delude myself she will love me Maurizio Brancaleoni

forsythia, the morning walk of a priestess Mircea Moldovan