Cold Moon Journal
Friday, August 23, 2024
By Tsanka Shishkova
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shining sun after the longest night war is over Tsanka Shishkova my new haiku maybe someone already wrote it Tsanka ...
By Nivedita Rao
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wednesday morning the chai goes cold again Nivedita Rao what i was i am not shedded snakeskin Nivedita Rao
Thursday, August 22, 2024
By Irena Jovanović
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Petal by petal Lotus flower blooming joy Shiny dance of life Irena Jovanović
By Alicia Alves
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Coffee Ritual I pour the coffee then I stir clockwise three times to get through the day Alicia Alves
By JL Huffman
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butterfly bush awash with wings JL Huffman
By Nancy Brady
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mountain trail our footsteps silenced by pine needles Nancy Brady
By Bipasha Majumder (De)
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mother's hair . . . the sky overcast with nimbus clouds Bipasha Majumder (De)
Monday, August 19, 2024
By Scott Wiggerman
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a bee disappears in a purple wine cup I follow his cue Scott Wiggerman deep purple dirge of elections Scott Wiggerman wei...
Sunday, August 18, 2024
By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
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drumstick curry mother says mine isn't like her mother's Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
By Steve Van Allen
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overcast and chance of chickadees Steve Van Allen butterfly the only thing moving in summer heat Steve Van Allen
By Jovana Dragojlovic
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torn shoes... so many kilometers behind me Jovana Dragojlovic
By Maya Daneva
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salt air the haze of this geyser Maya Daneva fig by fig purple sunset Maya Daneva
Friday, August 16, 2024
By Keith Evetts
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rockpool I leave the beach right way up Keith Evetts
By Kavita Ratna
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mountain peaks inside my shoe a pebble Kavita Ratna
Wednesday, August 14, 2024
By John Pappas
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silvering the pond morning minnows John Pappas the late late show unwilling to sleep in an empty bed John Pappas climate c...
By Mircea Moldovan
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foreign bodies the blue sofa in the basement Mircea Moldovan a wolf barking at the moon evening prayer Mircea Moldovan
By Arvinder Kaur
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the stubs that make a rainbow crayon sky Arvinder Kaur no one cries at the pauper's funeral windswept leaf Arvinder Kaur ...
By Mona Bedi
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the jagged edge of loneliness frost moon Mona Bedi believing it to be true aurora borealis Mona Bedi summer’s end the change in my...
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