Cold Moon Journal

why presupposes everything one random car horn blast J. D. Nelson morning crow morning crow come on everybody it’s the morning crow...

dead plant listening to a language I used to know Tim Murphy

autumn sunset last year’s olives still in the fridge Neena Singh

how green our earth was – climate change Nancy Brady September morning... the lone honk of a Canada goose Nancy Brady

noodle shop morning slurp until nothing but oil in miso Aaron Anstett

origami butterfly poetry from a friend Karen O’Leary older than dirt I kick up dust square dancing Karen O’Leary

my old school the road has grown to tarmac Biswajit Mishra I’d rather he didn’t touch my nerves dental visit Bi...

autumn storm – the notes of the wind knocking on the window Elena Zouain

vanishing point – parallel tracks roll on destination unknown Joseph Kleponis I heard you singing soft and sweet – or was it the ...

haijin debate – behind Basho’s frog interjections Ana Drobot autumn leaves just me, myself and I same old song over and over ...

Sitting by the bank of the Saco, I gaze at my daughter Kristen and her friend, like two Naiads frolicking on the water. Russell Dupont

the lost button of my summer shirt full moon Jefferson Limos

oppressive heat only cicadas accompany me at dad’s grave Maya Daneva this woodpecker’s tapping in the morning in the afternoon ...

Staff meeting cat in the boss’s chair Alexis Rotella

late autumn a lone scarecrow dressed for winter Joseph P. Wechselberger

every now and again i hear a pine cone drop Thomas Landgraf

steep mountain path the agility of crickets Oscar Luparia

morning prayer temple bells laced with birdsong Vikas Sehra