Cold Moon Journal
Monday, June 17, 2024
By Poh Jes
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at the orange slides the spotted pigeon and I day off image and words Poh Jes
Sunday, June 16, 2024
By Eugeniusz Zacharski
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low tide life comes out of the sea again Eugeniusz Zacharski killer heat at the watering hole a pack of wolves Eugeniusz Zach...
By Rita Melissano
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tangoing as one forgotten step Rita Melissano she's still here for some strange reason clocks run backwards ...
By Scott F. Parker
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pasture gate latched on either side no fence Scott F. Parker after the rain all the happy grass waving in the wind S...
By Katharine Angelina Love
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my heart is beach glass translucent, delicate, mauve softened by the sand Katharine Angelina Love
By Surya Nes
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yellow rice─ settling farmer's fortune in a plate Surya Nes
By Lorraine A Padden
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pajamas… another superhero dream takes flight Lorraine A Padden trouting the arc of a midsummer rainbow Lorraine A Padden ...
By Audrey Quinn
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night fog across the Sound a horn solo Audrey Quinn from adjoining terraces the sounds of summer sunscreen mist Audrey Quinn ...
Wednesday, June 12, 2024
By Govind Joshi
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summer fair children chasing soap bubbles Govind Joshi story within a story this life Govind Joshi
By Todd Matson
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my sweet baby girls – they are no longer babies and not always sweet Todd Matson his philanthropy – the gi...
By Ravi Kiran
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rush hour the manoeuvrability of an ambulance Ravi Kiran between a beard and the grey moustache a few missing teeth Ravi Kiran...
By j rap
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escaping through fence pickets wildflower seeds j rap you pick out things from my hair lovebug j rap
By Alvin B. Cruz
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words we said too late lilacs Alvin B. Cruz insomnia yesterday’s rain still falling Alvin B. Cruz rain after a long drough...
By Patricia Carragon
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buds sprout on maple trees cat in deep sleep Patricia Carragon
By Nancy Brady
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spring evening seeping though the window the skunk's scent Nancy Brady
By Stephen Jarrell Williams
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taking a nap with eyes closed seeing everything Stephen Jarrell Williams an old man gazing up to heaven wondering when Stephe...
By Tomislav Maretić
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deserted streets – birdsong fills the silence Tomislav Maretić
By Vandana Parashar
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buried nuts how easy it is to be forgotten Vandana Parashar
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