Cold Moon Journal
Friday, September 13, 2024
By Paul Callus
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unleashed on an empty beach the dog’s excitement Paul Callus
By Bryan Rickert
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father’s grave finally telling him what I really think Bryan Rickert romantic picnic we both come away with a tick ...
By Vera Constantineau
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crossroad a day without a need to yield Vera Constantineau heavy rain swapping summer for fall in the closet Vera Constantinea...
By Dinah Power
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the pen struggles to write sonic booms Dinah Power
By Kelly Sargent
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French lavender bunch the life I thought I was bound for Kelly Sargent winter rain the wisdom of imperfection Kelly Sargent
By Mark Forrester
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beach wedding— the flower girl gathers broken shells Mark Forrester midnight rain remembering my mother’s voice Mark Forrester
By Nicoletta Ignatti
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moonlit sea— all my thoughts in the dark Nicoletta Ignatti
Wednesday, September 11, 2024
By Stephanie Zepherelli
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pulled into another black ...
By Richard L. Matta
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willow leaf a koi practices catch and release Richard L. Matta box canyon hike a chorus of coyotes deepens darkness Richard L. M...
By Vandana Parashar
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coming out of woods the sudden depth of the sky Vandana Parashar on the periphery of night just enough space for me Vandana Parash...
By Steve Van Allen
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single bird on a wire one-note afternoon Steve Van Allen hot July in tall grassy shade a deer Steve Van Allen
By Emil Karla
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a single clock back and forth in time— tango Emil Karla the many birds above the tracks within the morning sun Emil Karla
Tuesday, September 10, 2024
By J. D. Nelson
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why presupposes everything one random car horn blast J. D. Nelson morning crow morning crow come on everybody it’s the morning crow...
By Tim Murphy
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dead plant listening to a language I used to know Tim Murphy
By Neena Singh
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autumn sunset last year’s olives still in the fridge Neena Singh
By Nancy Brady
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how green our earth was – climate change Nancy Brady September morning... the lone honk of a Canada goose Nancy Brady
By Aaron Anstett
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noodle shop morning slurp until nothing but oil in miso Aaron Anstett
By Karen O’Leary
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origami butterfly poetry from a friend Karen O’Leary older than dirt I kick up dust square dancing Karen O’Leary
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