Cold Moon Journal

never a moment of rest all night alone in this room with a mosquito Bryan Rickert leaf fall losing another reason to stay Bryan ...

a rctic blast day two agoraphobia mixed with cabin fever J. D. Nelson I take out the trash & look up to see the moon seems ful...

underground rumbles ... on the cracked pavements deserted vehicles Tuyet Van Do

evening river of cars flows slowly Jovana Dragojlovic winter evening winds whisper a song of the frost Jovana Dragojlovic

and this March is a prisoner war madness — in the gardens only ashes Zdenka Mlinar ~~ i ovaj ožujak je zarobljenik   ratnog lu...

flashing lights on the wet road a soul lost Wanda Amos

At night A firefly with its light.. My thoughts Very often get the address To send a letter to my inertia. Partha Sarkar

fifty-eight the age my father never reached Vandana Parashar therapy lying on my back watching the sky Vandana Parashar

news on TV choosing to write about pink tulips Deborah Karl-Brandt

Climate change melting ice Iceberg Alley is a dead end Surya Nes

staring at the moon trying to find your reflection Mike Fainzilber love thy enemy the one I married Mike Fainzilbe...

sudden truce — hanging wash over the rubble Mariangela Canzi lonely conch the exile's blues Mariangela Canzi words fl...

a scream the dim moon bringing life to darkness Mike Gallagher that day when the world changed forever what I was doing Mike G...

snowy March the creaking sound of little boots… egg hunt begins Maya Daneva smooth talk… I rinse off the wild clams ...

in the clear still pool of your haiku I have seen my own reflection Michael Smith

rent overdue locked out with nothing but a comb-over Randy Brooks thick family Bible she only keeps up with births Randy Br...

in an old book after all these years her letter Refika Dedić still winter and they are sticking out of the ground buds Refika ...

Ides of March –– I stop looking for love in all the wrong places Robert Epstein the manipulation continues dayligh...

elevator stillness blinking numbers and eyelids Ravi Kiran

click click escaping the nightmare ruby slippers Richard Bailly oolong in the kettle too long Richard Bailly

Mid-morning lull ...    the barista busies himself    with a broom M. R. Pelletier

bounty of bright breeze— ribbons and laces askew leapfrog on leap day Monica Kakkar

so much light and yet dark Mircea Moldovan     a hedge between him and her winter end Mircea Moldovan

corner hutch— my grandmother’s glass for cutting biscuits Mark Forrester

war and peace not always black and white Kelly Sargent creeping ivy through the wagon handle the decisions I make by indecisi...

unnatural glow backlit mountain ridges boros below JL Huffman snowbound day chili heats palate and soul JL Huffman

on the doorstep will she finally enter new moon Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

foreign posting the aerograms I write home Anne Curran city square — the clink of loose change into the busker's...

social media tattered flag at a hill battling to be seen Priti Khullar

outbox draft deleting the dear in her dear john letter Barrie Levine   in his place in my bed the cat Barrie Levine ...

half moon hides in the pine... words left unsaid Neena Singh   a barn owl's cry: the dark circles under my eyes N...

    Family of Birds Stephen Jarrell Williams

in bloom… the scent of light of your hand cream Steliana Cristina Voicu crab apple moon — the painter carefully rounds a blo...

I watch a candle warm itself on my wall I want that passion in the yellow haze Sharon Ferrante I always tell the t...