Cold Moon Journal
Thursday, September 5, 2024
By Alaka Y
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lack of sheep I spend the night counting past mistakes Alaka Y pink slip watching a backyard bird anew Alaka Y
By Jovana Dragojlovic
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moon rise... crossing a threshold of dream world Jovana Dragojlovic
By j rap
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American sunlight – the bricklayer bathed in his homeland’s tunes j rap church steps from a bundle of blankets a quiet cough j rap
By Chen-ou Liu
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forest bathing I follow the footsteps of my inner child Chen-ou Liu fiftieth birthday halfway to the summit in silence Chen...
By Gary D. Grossman
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As hours darken a lone candle is the guide wax drips on a hand Gary D. Grossman
By Tuyet Van Do
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Buddha's Day festival guarding the temple entrance dragon statues Tuyet Van Do
By Govind Joshi
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new restaurant the menu in the mailbox Govind Joshi
By Ravi Kiran
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lighting up the silence between us fireflies Ravi Kiran Loch Ness these things below a calm surface Ravi Kiran
By Richard Bailly
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running out of tales to tell — driftwood Richard Bailly midnight closing in foghorn Richard Bailly
By Timothy Daly
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Dad’s birthday remembering the forget-me-nots Timothy Daly
By Steliana Cristina Voicu
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journey back home I turn off the air conditioner and open the car window to feel the fragrance of the rural summer herbs Steliana Crist...
By John J. Dunphy
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birding walk a cardinal provides the soundtrack for our first kiss John J. Dunphy swimming match winner's face wet with te...
By Joshua St. Claire
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high-rise the ventral architecture of stinkbugs Joshua St. Claire
By Christa Pandey
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wave after wave crashing on rocks constant back pain Christa Pandey outdoor café crow and sparrow eye the same cake crumbs Chris...
By Douglas J. Lanzo
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driftwood turtles currents of our lives part undersea Douglas J. Lanzo
Wednesday, September 4, 2024
By Robert Epstein
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all-night storm too long, the poem about nothing Robert Epstein
By Joan McNerney
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What discus player threw a tangerine moon on top of Main Street? Joan McNerney silent cold dark sky moon flowering Joan McNerney
By John Hawkhead
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ghost orchids no matter what I do everyone dies John Hawkhead
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