Cold Moon Journal
Saturday, June 8, 2024
By Dmitry Peredonov
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shockumentary an unidentified corpse whispers my name Dmitry Peredonov a glass of absinthe my granny’s chest of drawers crea...
By Adrian Bouter
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bricks — the wallflower attracts a butterfly Adrian Bouter
By Hassane Zemmouri
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comfort the kidney stone out with the pain Hassane Zemmouri
By Maya Daneva
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inside this fried fish a fishhook Maya Daneva church mass progresses sticking to each other candles Maya Daneva
By Manasa Kaliki
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In the summer night in the cool wind and soft moon I attained rebirth Manasa Kaliki
By Kamrun Nahar
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wake up in the sea of mistakes as a flower Kamrun Nahar shadow of death… wanders from door to door like a dark ghost Kamrun Na...
By Sarah Mahina Calvello
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Lemon grass tea sipping Watching this crazy world Go by in a blink Sarah Mahina Calvello Jigsaw jazz Beautiful, misplac...
By Janet Krauss
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Starlings descend from the sky a meteor shower of stars Janet Krauss
Friday, June 7, 2024
By Stephen C. Curro
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no reception the music of the river Stephen C. Curro daybreak the gurgle of the coffeemaker Stephen C. Curro
By Brad Bennett
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the loom of indigo clouds thistle silk Brad Bennett
By Risë Daniels
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autumn leaves ... this sorrow from letting you go Risë Daniels sudden shower… my mantra shifts rhythm Risë Daniels cher...
By J. D. Nelson
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near the shelter where I lived grasshopper in my face J. D. Nelson logizomai I walk & walk but don’t advance J. D. Nelson fi...
By Tony Williams
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a piece of red amber— I like it because she loves it Tony Williams
By Robert Witmer
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a child shoehorned into a dream the long walk home Robert Witmer a name in a forgotten book somewhere in the middle Robert ...
By Adrian Bouter
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pristine pines the narrow path having no end Adrian Bouter
Thursday, June 6, 2024
By Randy Brooks
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brothers pestering each other in the back seat now fallen angels both asleep Randy Brooks
By Mark Forrester
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crocus blossoms cupping the snow in her small hands Mark Forrester green heron as still as the pond Mark Forrester ...
By Noah Berlatsky
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Look! And you, look too! In the waterfall, the hawk sees its reflection. Noah Berlatsky
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