By Kelly Moyer

distant stars

our sense of wonder

redshifting

Kelly Moyer

 

 

visiting hours

we play another game

of dice with God

Kelly Moyer

older now

i see myself

in the fallen blossom

Kelly Moyer

Introducing the New Editor

Timothy Daly is a travel-sick wanderer born in the British Isles and reborn outside of them. He is a researcher, writer and teacher at the dizzying crossroads of neuroscience, philosophy, and literature. He can usually be found in an airport departure lounge, from whence he will be glad to continue the excellent work of Roberta Beach Jacobson and read and publish your haiku and related forms here at Cold Moon Journal.

By Jerome Berglund

transparent

garbage bag

avert your eyes

Jerome Berglund

By Tonya L. Hall

one-way ticket

promise of

someday somewhere

Tonya L. Hall

By Timothy Daly

ebbing along the tired stream

Timothy Daly

By Pedro Suarez

photo walk-

stepping out

to catch a moment

Pedro Suarez

myth-

that blurred line between

fact and fiction

Pedro Suarez

By Peter Jastermsky

the day I want to have before spreading conspiracies

Peter Jastermsky

unexplained death

on the toe tag

a footnote

Peter Jastermsky

plastic slipcovers

one fine day

we'll understand

Peter Jastermsky

too late for the party affiliation


Peter Jastermsky

By John Pappas

circling vultures

the answer to a question

no one asks

John Pappas

city fountain

unable to afford

one wish

John Pappas

spring wind

the sadness of

zoo elephants

John Pappas

heat lightning

she pretends to remember

my name

John Pappas

By Rashmi VeSa

mud cakes—

the messy bonds

of siblings

Rashmi VeSa

By Alvin B. Cruz

strumming

her ex-lover's guitar

silent rain

Alvin B. Cruz

one year sober

a dozen roses

in a wine bottle

Alvin B. Cruz

claw machine

all the ways

of letting go

Alvin B. Cruz

another year...

yesterday's rain

in the wheelbarrow

Alvin B. Cruz

By Rupa Anand

winter dawn

tiptoeing with a cup

of camomile tea

Rupa Anand

By Maciej Faliński

The sky and the sea

meet where the blues intertwine,

trapping my gaze there.

Today waves shatter the glass

of the mirror in my mind.

Maciej Faliński

From a small café

comes an unknown melody,

making me long for

everything and nothing both—

a blend of sweetness and pain

Maciej Faliński

By Nancy Brady

new year's day...

paying bills

I void the first check

Nancy Brady

By Luciana Moretto

sprig of heather

under the pillow

I wake up in the new year

Luciana Moretto

By Fatma Zohra Habis

after the sound

of a woodpecker

I inhale the silence

Fatma Zohra Habis

By Anthony Ward

Balanced into the wind the bird embraces rain

Anthony Ward

By Lakshman Bulusu

New Year’s Eve

at the stroke of midnight

every star, a new dream


Lakshman Bulusu

By AJ Johnson

winter commute

missing the sun

both ways

AJ Johnson

By Anne Fox

in the dreaming of trees

winter songs

of the afterlife

Anne Fox

stray cat…

another unanswered question

wanders away

Anne Fox

narrow path…

this endless wait

for new wings

Anne Fox

still winter…

i search the night

for a song

Anne Fox

By Nicholas Klacsanzky

with each wave

the hush of pebbles . . .

father’s ashes

Nicholas Klacsanzky

By Valorie Broadhurst Woerdehoff

pear petals on the pavement

she asks

if everyone dies

Valorie Broadhurst Woerdehoff

By Nicoletta Ignatti

New Year's concert—

the pianist leans

into her tune

Nicoletta Ignatti

snow wind—

how fast the cat

enters the garage

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Sharon Ferrante

he carves me a poem

in the oak

—woodpecker


Sharon Ferrante

By Katie Montagna

grey dawn

a sea of fog

hides the ocean


Katie Montagna

By Jennifer Gurney

this day

holding all the promise

of the future

Jennifer Gurney

each note

becomes the concert

piano recital

Jennifer Gurney

By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

river station —

a string of wild ducks

continues on its way

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

By Thomas Landgraf

no matter

who is right and who is wrong...

winter stars        

Thomas Landgraf

By Govind Joshi

waning moon

slowing down

of the old walker

Govind Joshi

By Alexis Rotella

down the sink

all your exotic bottles

of sauces and vinegars

the orange-flower water

how it pains me

to break its seal

Alexis Rotella

By Janet Krauss

a heft of silence

as I leave

my old home

carrying

my sack of longing

Janet Krauss

By Katherine E Winnick

a blackbird

on the runway

left behind


Katherine E Winnick

By Steliana Voicu

ice flowers…

on my window

moon stories

Steliana Voicu

 

Royal Train arrives —

in the old man's hands

trembling chrysanthemums

Steliana Voicu

By Sarah Mahina Calvello

cold clouds

In a Van Gogh sky

Winter

Sarah Mahina Calvello

By Tuyet Van Do

sipping ginger tea

as I read the newsfeed

a new president
 

Tuyet Van Do

garage sale —

in the garden corner

Buddha's grin

Tuyet Van Do

By Oscar Luparia

foggy dawn

the milk froth

in my first coffee


Oscar Luparia

 

 

pick-up points . . .

the sledge of Santa

lighter and lighter


Oscar Luparia

 

Christmas parties

please everyone remember

not to overdo

Oscar Luparia

By Kelly Sargent

bony fingers of lightening her hair caught in his grip

Kelly Sargent

picking up the pieces purple heart

Kelly Sargent

By Stephanie Zepherelli

multiple personas

a stack of hats

perfectly balanced

Stephanie Zepherelli

junk mail

the same old stuff

i tell myself

Stephanie Zepherelli

act four

dancing alone

with shadows

Stephanie Zepherelli

walking with shadows

before they arrive

dark premonitions

Stephanie Zepherelli