Cold Moon Journal

f oster care bedroom on the walls cherry blossoms Kelly Sargent my origin story in mother’s eyes . . . ancient starlight Kell...

  morning rain with thunder . . . breathing techniques to nurse the hangover and the heartache Anthony Lusardi deter...

I remember they were her favorites forget-me-nots Mark Hendrickson trumpets raised for fallen soldiers peace lilies Mark Hendr...

grandma’s final blessing a shooting star sparkles then fades Douglas J. Lanzo dust bowl a mother partridge lathering sand Doug...

Athena’s tags mosaicked onto headstone her collar never returned by vet unless it’s in the ashes Diane Funston after our lo...

cold moon her silhouette in the window Shawn Blair going gray a fish crow disappears into sea fog Shawn Blair     lace curt...

if only these golden flowers were sunrise Joanna Ashwell holding a part of our dream dandelion meadow Joanna Ashwell

A mother's voice: the stillness of trees before a burst of blossom. Laurie Kuntz From my view the ocean offers little relief...

Mockingbird song the empty cherry tree overflowing Jonathan English circle of full moon shining through mist and pine even in t...

campfire embers a flute sweetens the darkness Susan Lee Roberts summer picnic— shimmering leaves shower me in song Susan Lee ...

hammock – evening falls before the afterword Elena Zouain summer rain – in my garden the blue hydrangea even bluer Elena Zouain ...

s ilhouettes on the café wall telling stories Stephanie Zepherelli

a summer ginkgo walk – Isha, Basho, and Issa in every verse I write Lakshman Bulusu

Robin chirping brought to life in my mind your touch – one more kiss and I would join you. S.Eta Grubešić twigs S.Eta Grub...

  at the orange slides the spotted pigeon and I day off image and words Poh Jes

low tide life comes out of the sea again Eugeniusz Zacharski killer heat at the watering hole a pack of wolves Eugeniusz Zach...

tangoing as one    forgotten step Rita Melissano     she's still here for some strange reason clocks run backwards      ...

pasture gate latched on either side no fence Scott F. Parker after the rain all the happy grass waving in the wind S...