Cold Moon Journal
Wednesday, April 10, 2024
By Nalini Shetty
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broken mirror a fractured self stares back Nalini Shetty city park every bench has its own story Nalini Shetty
By M. R. Pelletier
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Squinting through pinholes in shoeboxes— kindergarten eclipse M. R. Pelletier Small talk— he answers her questions with ...
By Mile Lisica
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sky in the water two moored boats share the silence Mile Lisica I close my eyes to feel a little more the depth of the sea Mil...
By Joshua St. Claire
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what is and isn’t the moon behind stratocumulus clouds Joshua St. Claire end of greatness winter sun spent among the hemlocks ...
By C.X. Turner
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tiny pebble warmed by the memories of summer C.X. Turner morning sun on a journey of becoming C.X. Turner
By Maurice Nevile
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bank queue stretching well beyond the welcome sign Maurice Nevile train station the smokers lined up against the wal...
By Francoise Maurice
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retired he completes his profile on a dating site Francoise Maurice east wind the yellow of dawn at the window Fra...
By Stephen Jarrell Williams
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the last songbird on a mountaintop singing to the world Stephen Jarrell Williams empty railroad tracks sunflowers reaching skyw...
By Chen-ou Liu
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midnight snowfall the nonstop blaring of a car alarm Chen-ou Liu gathering shadows ten more people ticketed for sleeping rough ...
By Mark Forrester
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cavern walls— humming a tune from another time Mark Forrester morning mist a few swans sleeping on the pond— still...
By Ravi Kiran
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turbulence the art of balancing black coffee Ravi Kiran a second look at the first impression red mushroom Ravi Ki...
By Tony Williams
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partial sight his life in a goldfish bowl Tony Williams hailstorm— my hand stuck out to feel the sting Tony Williams
Tuesday, April 9, 2024
By Nitu Yumnam
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earthen pot the shape i take shifting homes Nitu Yumnam
By Elliot Diamond
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shadow dance the coyote howels… a karaoke moon Elliot Diamond
By Jennifer Gurney
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on the edges of my periphery— you live Jennifer Gurney
By Kathabela Wilson
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I took the dragon by the tail held onto it my compass circle after circle in sand it drew me inward Kathabela Wilson
By Olinda Ninolakis
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Y is why not an ypsilon all Greek to me Olinda Ninolakis
By Mark Gilbert
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cherry blossoms and then some snow April fool Mark Gilbert
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