Cold Moon Journal

low tide        the sandcastles we leave behind C.X. Turner waterfall dipping a toe into the unknown C.X. Turner

chamomile— waiting for water to boil I brew haiku Susan Lee Roberts summer hike exploring the vastness of the map Susan Lee Rob...

without my son — the light of dawn always somewhere Sébastien Revon not the rain but the lukewarm coffee — end of summer Sébastie...

unleashed on an empty beach the dog’s excitement Paul Callus

father’s grave finally telling him what I really think Bryan Rickert romantic picnic we both come away with a tick ...

crossroad a day without a need to yield Vera Constantineau heavy rain swapping summer for fall in the closet Vera Constantinea...

the pen struggles to write sonic booms Dinah Power

French lavender bunch the life I thought I was bound for Kelly Sargent winter rain the wisdom of imperfection Kelly Sargent

beach wedding— the flower girl gathers broken shells Mark Forrester midnight rain remembering my mother’s voice Mark Forrester

moonlit sea— all my thoughts in the dark Nicoletta Ignatti

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willow leaf a koi practices catch and release Richard L. Matta box canyon hike a chorus of coyotes deepens darkness Richard L. M...

coming out of woods the sudden depth of the sky Vandana Parashar on the periphery of night just enough space for me Vandana Parash...

single bird on a wire one-note afternoon Steve Van Allen hot July in tall grassy shade a deer Steve Van Allen

a single clock back and forth in time— tango Emil Karla the many birds above the tracks within the morning sun Emil Karla

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