Cold Moon Journal

kitchen talk his words a rusty knife Oana Maria Cercel & Timothy Daly

daybreak the grey clouds fringed with gold Xiaoou Chen   full gallop the clatter of arrows in the quiver Xiaoou Chen

Irish Sea crossing dead kin's bones Timothy Daly warm bookshop reading her smile Timothy Daly

butterfly… from my rose garden to yours Steliana Cristina Voicu

we wear crowns made solely of garden weeds brave backyard champions Joana Figueiredo wincing glance the beginning of a cruel...

mackerel sky falling falling falling hard landing hard landing blood-red sunset waxing gibbous moon waxing gibbous moon total ...

a snarl the sinuous wrap of his purr repose on the doorstep, the warrior — and a dead bird Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

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 ...