Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Sunday, January 31, 2021

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

twinkling frost

but i call it

magic


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Richa Sharma

cold

like a cemetery's prayer

his words


Richa Sharma

By kaiser v kahn

ice flowers shaping my loneliness


kaiser v kahn

Saturday, January 30, 2021

By Neena Singh

climbing uphill —

prayer flags beckon

the breeze


Neena Singh

By Peter Jastermsky

handsewn dreams a careful stitching of breath

 

Peter Jastermsky

By Rp Verlaine

the angler

reels me in

with mischievous eyes

 

Rp Verlaine

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

night river

low fog over cool waters

floating in a dream


Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

along the pond’s surface moonlight dreams


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

By Maya Daneva

a zen garden

listening to the fall

of another pine needle


Maya Daneva


Tuesday, January 26, 2021

By kaiser v kahn

winter moon

above the fireplace

a moth


kaiser v kahn

By Maria Teresa Sisti

I choke -

the moon so far

so thin

 

 Maria Teresa Sisti

By Christina Apetrei

cold moon 

between us 

light years


Christina Apetrei

Monday, January 25, 2021

By Mihai Moldoveanu

night on the lake -

throwing the fishing rod

in the Great Chariot


Mihai Moldoveanu

By Terrie Jacks

spring evening

the scent

of a skunk


Terrie Jacks

Sunday, January 24, 2021

By Veronika Zora Novak

from the eye

of a peacock feather

deeper blues


Veronika Zora Novak

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

white hair

monochrome whisper

of solitude


Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Neena Singh

our conversation

connecting the dots

past to present


Neena Singh


By Rp Verlaine

the ashtray tells me

how many cigarettes

I’ve had since quitting


Rp Verlaine


By Peter Jastermsky

a safe for nightkeeping the rubric of tears

 

Peter Jastermsky

By Vasile Moldovan

under the ice moon

a new crime committed

with cold blood


Vasile Moldovan


By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

each star the sound of rain in my bones

 

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

whiteboard

two languages 

intersect


Susan Bonk Plumridge

Saturday, January 23, 2021

By Nisha Raviprasad

empty park

only the wind

on the swing


Nisha Raviprasad

By Florin C. Ciobica

blizzard

caught in a vortex

of memories with dad


Florin C. Ciobica

By Corey D. Cook

guests still

hours away

bread rises


Corey D. Cook

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

river bank

still one bridge

to cross


Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Peter Jastermsky

incantation the edge where days begin


Peter Jastermsky

Friday, January 22, 2021

By Nisha Raviprasad

road trip -

the rain tags along


Nisha Raviprasad

By Angiola Inglese

the moon

in the rain

winter sky

 

Angiola Inglese

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

Monday, January 18, 2021

By Mirela Brăilean

cold moon

the hot nightlife

of the city

 

Mirela Brăilean

Sunday, January 17, 2021

By B.A. France

double time ...

a squirrel skitters 

across the pickets


B.A. France

By Mirela Brăilean

winter Galaxy

mother asking

my name again


Mirela Brăilean

Saturday, January 16, 2021

By Silk~

morning fog smoothing the rough edges of our city


Silk~

By Cherry A

flooding

the mountain valley ...

December fog


Cherry A

By Mirela Brăilean

cold moon

spinning in the void

the old disc


Mirela Brăilean

By B.A. France

emptying the mind

of all the year’s troubles

... rainfall

 

B.A. France

By Ron Scully

sprinkler rainbow

birthday girl leaps

to the other side

Ron Scully


By John J. Dunphy

front yard

child puts on

her face mask

as she approaches

our snowman


John J. Dunphy

By Greg Schwartz

fallen leaves...

the box turtle

moves on


Greg Schwartz

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

By Silk~

first frost granny preps the salted cod


Silk~

Sunday, January 10, 2021

By John J. Dunphy

a single ornament

on the Christmas tree

in a ditch


John J. Dunphy

Saturday, January 9, 2021

Thursday, January 7, 2021

By Stephen Toft

burial night

not quite long

enough

for us to find

all of the stars

 

Stephen Toft

By Jackie Chou

autumn trees

soon to become

completely naked

one by one I let go

of attachments

Jackie Chou

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

on the wings of a moth a poem

 

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

Mirela Brăilean

winter Galaxy

a drop of milk

in my coffee


Mirela Brăilean

Sunday, January 3, 2021

By Cherry A

origami cranes ...

another winter

without dad


Cherry A

By Stephen Toft

autumn leaves

swept aside for

the mourners


Stephen Toft

By Mirela Brăilean

first frost

over the chrysanthemums

mom's shawl


Mirela Brăilean