Cold Moon Journal
Wednesday, March 20, 2024
By Xiaoou Chen
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frog in well admiring the moon two circles Xiaoou Chen
By Anthony Lusardi
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autumn rain a groundhog digs another hole Anthony Lusardi
By Janet Krauss
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The sun disappears across the water leaving a pallor of grief Janet Krauss
By John J. Dunphy
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his latest composition guitarist sings while facing a headstone John J. Dunphy
By Adrian Bouter
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child's drawing his stars above God Adrian Bouter
By Kavita Ratna
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spotlight makeup covers a black eye Kavita Ratna
By Kerry J Heckman
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i n front of the fire cracking open a new book Kerry J Heckman
By Tim Dwyer
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backyard in Brooklyn last autumn’s maple leaves by the cyclone fence— bare branches now full with the song of many birds Tim Dwyer
Monday, March 18, 2024
By John J. Dunphy
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I blinked and missed it — the present became the past John J. Dunphy alley drinkers veterans of different wars share ...
By Joshua St. Claire
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gold leaf I page through Keats Joshua St. Claire Verdi's A a house wren plucking a cosmic string Joshua St. Claire ...
Friday, March 15, 2024
By Bryan Rickert
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never a moment of rest all night alone in this room with a mosquito Bryan Rickert leaf fall losing another reason to stay Bryan ...
By J. D. Nelson
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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...
Tuesday, March 12, 2024
By Tuyet Van Do
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underground rumbles ... on the cracked pavements deserted vehicles Tuyet Van Do
By Jovana Dragojlovic
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evening river of cars flows slowly Jovana Dragojlovic winter evening winds whisper a song of the frost Jovana Dragojlovic
By Zdenka Mlinar
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and this March is a prisoner war madness — in the gardens only ashes Zdenka Mlinar ~~ i ovaj ožujak je zarobljenik ratnog lu...
By Wanda Amos
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flashing lights on the wet road a soul lost Wanda Amos
By Partha Sarkar
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At night A firefly with its light.. My thoughts Very often get the address To send a letter to my inertia. Partha Sarkar
By Vandana Parashar
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fifty-eight the age my father never reached Vandana Parashar therapy lying on my back watching the sky Vandana Parashar
By Deborah Karl-Brandt
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news on TV choosing to write about pink tulips Deborah Karl-Brandt
By Surya Nes
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Climate change melting ice Iceberg Alley is a dead end Surya Nes
Saturday, March 9, 2024
By Mike Fainzilber
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staring at the moon trying to find your reflection Mike Fainzilber love thy enemy the one I married Mike Fainzilbe...
By Mariangela Canzi
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sudden truce — hanging wash over the rubble Mariangela Canzi lonely conch the exile's blues Mariangela Canzi words fl...
By Mike Gallagher
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a scream the dim moon bringing life to darkness Mike Gallagher that day when the world changed forever what I was doing Mike G...
By Maya Daneva
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snowy March the creaking sound of little boots… egg hunt begins Maya Daneva smooth talk… I rinse off the wild clams ...
By Michael Smith
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in the clear still pool of your haiku I have seen my own reflection Michael Smith
By Randy Brooks
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rent overdue locked out with nothing but a comb-over Randy Brooks thick family Bible she only keeps up with births Randy Br...
By Refika Dedić
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in an old book after all these years her letter Refika Dedić still winter and they are sticking out of the ground buds Refika ...
By Robert Epstein
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Ides of March –– I stop looking for love in all the wrong places Robert Epstein the manipulation continues dayligh...
By Ravi Kiran
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elevator stillness blinking numbers and eyelids Ravi Kiran
By Richard Bailly
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click click escaping the nightmare ruby slippers Richard Bailly oolong in the kettle too long Richard Bailly
By M. R. Pelletier
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Mid-morning lull ... the barista busies himself with a broom M. R. Pelletier
By Monica Kakkar
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bounty of bright breeze— ribbons and laces askew leapfrog on leap day Monica Kakkar
By Mircea Moldovan
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so much light and yet dark Mircea Moldovan a hedge between him and her winter end Mircea Moldovan
By Mark Forrester
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corner hutch— my grandmother’s glass for cutting biscuits Mark Forrester
Friday, March 8, 2024
By Kelly Sargent
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war and peace not always black and white Kelly Sargent creeping ivy through the wagon handle the decisions I make by indecisi...
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