Cold Moon Journal
Wednesday, February 22, 2023
By Kavita Ratna
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wrapped up in aroma of tea laced fingers Kavita Ratna
By Douglas J. Lanzo
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ocean pulse the surge of bubbled tide swaying through kelp forests Douglas J. Lanzo
By Refika Dedić
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crystals on the surface of the snow invitation to dance Refika Dedić * winter sun— shivering on the bench frozen flower ...
Tuesday, February 21, 2023
By Ann Sullivan
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train whistle from the attic paper-mache mountain Ann Sullivan * bobbing in a metal bucket ice moon Ann Sullivan
By Robert Witmer
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anvil the ring of steel for a bride Robert Witmer * lilacs in the breeze she whispers in the baby's ear Robert Witmer
Sunday, February 19, 2023
By Lisa C. Reynolds
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fragile roots burrow deeper — February blues Lisa C. Reynolds
By Muskaan Ahuja
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long bus ride… someone cracks a peanut shell Muskaan Ahuja
Saturday, February 18, 2023
By Ruth Holzer
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I'm still traveling this open road hard to imagine it running out Ruth Holzer
By Chen-ou Liu
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writer's block ... at dawn I open the window to release the silence Chen-ou Liu
By Maria Teresa Sisti
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year of the rabbit — surrounded by nothing I'm with myself Maria Teresa Sisti
Friday, February 17, 2023
By Herb Tate
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new moon sweetly my sweater keeping us warm Herb Tate
By Deborah A. Bennett
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cold moon — leaving the last persimmon for the cuckoo Deborah A. Bennett
By Deborah Karl-Brandt
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caring for others the old orchid blooming again Deborah Karl-Brandt * winter storm… thinking about the strength o...
By Tim Murphy
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empty street the extra silence on Christmas Day Tim Murphy * full moon the manuscript takes shape Tim Murphy
By Richard Bailly
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crescent moon thinning every minute sunrise Richard Bailly
Wednesday, February 15, 2023
By C.X.Turner
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pixie cup lichen the slow growth of inner healing C.X.Turner * dwindling sky lost in the blue shape of you C.X.Turner
By Mark Gilbert
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the egret & its reflection paths diverge Mark Gilbert * flowing uphill the winding trail of a rattler Mark Gilbert
Tuesday, February 14, 2023
By Paula Sears
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Valentine’s Day a cardinal’s wings on winter wind Paula Sears * crowning every picket of our fence . . . snow moon Paula Se...
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