Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Monday, July 8, 2024

By Brad Bennett

the garden

rain-darkened

and dragonflied

Brad Bennett

By Adrian Bouter

a good year

stars fall into

the wine

Adrian Bouter

By Eavonka Ettinger

redwood forest

the persistent knock

of a woodpecker

Eavonka Ettinger



on the tip

of my tongue...

raindrops

Eavonka Ettinger



a whirlwind

   of dandelions

twisted wishes

Eavonka Ettinger

By Fatma Zohra Habis

winter isolation

I read a book

with a thousand pages

Fatma Zohra Habis

By Lafcadio

soon I will hardly

remember you at all

a soap bubble

floating in the breeze

waiting to be popped

Lafcadio



jolted awake—

sunbeams infused

with wrensong

Lafcadio

By James Penha

mouse cage trap catches

chameleon; color change

does not liberate


James Penha

By Jerome Berglund

bustling stillness

how is

your vacation?

Jerome Berglund



pouring night

possum darts sheltered

beneath eaves

Jerome Berglund

By Vandana Parashar

a million gods

we all need someone

to blame

Vandana Parashar

By John J. Dunphy

"happy independence day"

I wish the son who lives

in our basement

John J. Dunphy

By Peter Jastermsky

joy of missing out those who know know

Peter Jastermsky



eyes drifting in a sound that won’t carry

Peter Jastermsky



sorting the past

a sock drawer

of tiny feet

Peter Jastermsky


rewriting the terms of past tense

Peter Jastermsky

By Gareth Nurden

early april

soft voice

of a cherry blossom

Gareth Nurden



spring night

an open-winged silhouette

floating into obscurity

Gareth Nurden



dawn

a hazy wildflower field

springs to life

Gareth Nurden

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

July in Santorini —

climbing stairs

to the Moon

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Olinda Ninolakis

small change

jingles in my pocket

lepta coins

Olinda Ninolakis



a perfect stone arch

waves thrum waves weave waves recede

magic in the air

Olinda Ninolakis

By J. D. Nelson

sudden shower at the bus stop landscapers turn on the sprinklers

J. D. Nelson



ok moon behind the clouds we can see you


J. D. Nelson



secret garden the space between an evening nap & bedtime


J. D. Nelson