Cold Moon Journal
Wednesday, April 17, 2024
By Patrick Kitchen
mountain town
help wanted signs
in
every window
Patrick Kitchen
summer heat
a box of my things
on
her front porch
Patrick Kitchen
weeding
where should I begin
Patrick Kitchen
By Wiesław Karliński
spring full moon
brightens the garden
yesterday's
laundry
Wiesław Karliński
bird singing
goes silent for a moment
woodcutter's
axe
Wiesław Karliński
By John J. Dunphy
always the leader —
his son's name
at the top of the list
on
the war memorial
John J. Dunphy
By Paula Sears
every stem
balancing its blossom
spring equinox
Paula Sears
spring morn
the green hillside
singing
with sheep
Paula Sears
By Katja Fox
the warm hum
of sleepy
voices —
bedtime stories
Katja Fox
the
sun behind
a dragonfly’s wings—
she prays for
peace
Katja Fox
By Leon Tefft
air supremacy —
an aerial fandango
of
fierce cardinals
Leon Tefft
tumbleweeds roving
through cities that never were
views
never enjoyed
Leon Tefft
Monday, April 15, 2024
By Neena Singh
forest trail
an elk’s antlers
point
the way
Neena Singh
garden swing…
a lingering day
on
cloud nine
Neena Singh
By Mona Bedi
the
lives we endure swirling tea leaves
Mona Bedi
how
slowly the night descends lullaby moon
Mona Bedi
spring
equinox
the time it takes to fall
out of love
Mona Bedi
By Joanna Ashwell
in the red
nowhere to turn
from
a zero balance
Joanna Ashwell
the lost years
tightly packed away
out of sight
in case I crumble
beneath
the sorrow
Joanna Ashwell
no longer fitting
into my hometown
I wander around
unpacking the edges
of
loneliness
Joanna Ashwell
Friday, April 12, 2024
By Eavonka Ettinger
open door
just a slant of light
as
the sun sets
Eavonka Ettinger
the length
of kneading paws
my
catnap
Eavonka Ettinger
eucalyptus
shedding what's forgotten
Eavonka Ettinger
the muchness
of a rose garden
your
lips
Eavonka Ettinger
By Stephanie Zepherelli
crashing thunder
doors bolted tight
against
ill omens
Stephanie Zepherelli
empty flower box
a mom and pop store
boarded
up
Stephanie Zepherelli
lonely path
looking for memories
i
never had
Stephanie Zepherelli
By J. D. Nelson
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 test
brush,
sunshine, & chair
J. D. Nelson
forgotten
coffee
no time to run back inside
before the bus comes
J.
D. Nelson