Cold Moon Journal
Sunday, April 21, 2024
By Joseph P. Wechselberger
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two exchanging glances over laptops Starbucks Joseph P. Wechselberger snowmelt the slow drip and pooling of fluid from the old ...
By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
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daydreaming are there cherry trees in heaven? Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont old photos what's left of this meadow ...
By Sébastien Revon
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argument aftermath under winter rain the dog and I Sébastien Revon
By Anwitha Sudeep
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garden the smallest lily loses a petal Anwitha Sudeep behind the clouds a shriveled fish in the eagle's beak Anwitha Sudee...
By Nancy Brady
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penguin love he presents her with a shiny pebble Nancy Brady wildflower walk along the trail they see a walking stick Nancy B...
By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
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brown bunny the alliteration in its hop hop hop Suraja Menon Roychowdhury soft kiss a morning brush of sunlight Suraja Menon R...
By Simon De Courcey
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peat bog days the dead creep into conversation Simon De Courcey
By Fhen M.
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Hundred billion stars in the galaxy peering only at the Polaris. Fhen M. Eyeballs catching the Kingfisher flying from tree to ...
By Srini
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punctuating my sleeplessness dripping tap Srini
By Yasir Farooq
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keyhole cobweb— i enter the ancient cave Yasir Farooq rain shower the wet fledglings on the swaying tree Yasir Farooq
Saturday, April 20, 2024
By Kelly Sargent
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reaped harvest — my teenager says hello to the homeless woman Kelly Sargent the childhood I wish I had dandelion puff Kelly S...
By Rita Melissano
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this solitude… a cloud cloaking my days with ease the silence no word wants to escape Rita Melissano sitting on a ...
By Susan Burch
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city co-op garden – not even my own empire of dirt Susan Burch horrible day – my haiku grow fangs Susan Burch
By Katherine E Winnick
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wolf moon a solitary daffodil waves in the wind Katherine E Winnick
By Kristen Lindquist
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first vulture . . . imagining the past lives of this old pine Kristen Lindquist sun halo the overlapping orbits of vultures in flig...
Wednesday, April 17, 2024
Today Is International Haiku Day
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By Patrick Kitchen
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mountain town help wanted signs in every window Patrick Kitchen summer heat a box of my things on her front porch Patrick K...
By Wiesław Karliński
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spring full moon brightens the garden yesterday's laundry Wiesław Karliński bird singing goes silent for a moment woodcutter...
By Chris Collins
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sun rays penetrate the empty attic warming cobwebs Chris Collins
By Anthony Lusardi
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balancing the t.v. set to watch jersey shore history textbook Anthony Lusardi
By John J. Dunphy
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always the leader — his son's name at the top of the list on the war memorial John J. Dunphy
By Paula Sears
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every stem balancing its blossom spring equinox Paula Sears spring morn the green hillside singing with sheep Pa...
By Krzysztof Kokot
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antidepressant – the sun shines all day Krzysztof Kokot
By Katja Fox
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the warm hum of sleepy voices — bedtime stories Katja Fox the sun behind a dragonfly’s wings— she prays for peace Katja Fox
By Maya Daneva
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woodpecker’s beat through the spring drizzle through my umbrella Maya Daneva
By Bhawana Upadhyay
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nonstop tears in the mind of drought dissolving memories Bhawana Upadhyay
By Leon Tefft
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air supremacy — an aerial fandango of fierce cardinals Leon Tefft tumbleweeds roving through cities that never were views never...
Monday, April 15, 2024
By Neena Singh
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forest trail an elk’s antlers point the way Neena Singh garden swing… a lingering day on cloud nine Neena Singh
By Mona Bedi
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the lives we endure swirling tea leaves Mona Bedi how slowly the night descends lullaby moon Mona Bedi spring equin...
By Joanna Ashwell
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in the red nowhere to turn from a zero balance Joanna Ashwell the lost years tightly packed away out of sight in case I crumbl...
Friday, April 12, 2024
By Eavonka Ettinger
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open door just a slant of light as the sun sets Eavonka Ettinger the length of kneading paws my catnap Eavonka Ettinger ...
By Stephanie Zepherelli
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crashing thunder doors bolted tight against ill omens Stephanie Zepherelli empty flower box a mom and pop store boarded up Step...
By J. D. Nelson
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windy day & night I’m too tired to stay up too anxious to sleep J. D. Nelson she gives me three words to remember for the te...
By Sharon Ferrante
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a rough day I sit down with yesterday Sharon Ferrante calm night I rest on a string from his guitar Sharon Ferrante I w...
Thursday, April 11, 2024
By Robert Epstein
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a flower does not talk . . . and yet this fragrance Robert Epstein my shrinking life I never did own a little black book ...
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