Cold Moon Journal
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
By Jerome Berglund
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sprig of parsley along the back steps looking almost intentional Jerome Berglund gradually the light leaves us… our eyes adjust ...
By JL Huffman
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less traveled lane Why did the kudzu cross the road? JL Huffman senior living rust and dent models inside and out JL Huffman
By Sharon Ferrante
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s udden gust— chimes tell secrets Sharon Ferrante I walk on a moss laden path deciding— just for today I need nothing more Sha...
Wednesday, June 5, 2024
By Keith Evetts
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old pond the deep depression of a toad Keith Evetts summer breeze the girl on a towel with a book waves a foot Kei...
By Chip Dameron
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where is Basho when I need him: day waning, images hiding Chip Dameron
By Mircea Moldovan
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too much noise for a summer rain Mircea Moldovan the reasonable story of a wanderer's stone bridges Mircea Moldovan a d...
By Chen-ou Liu
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Mother once sighed, you've spoken English for too long you might forget me ... exiled for years, I can't recall which language ...
By Biswajit Mishra
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learning mother tongue our kids chance upon a swear word Biswajit Mishra day after snow a magpie braves a fenc...
Tuesday, June 4, 2024
By Fati Hab
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calm sea i miss this peace in my city Fati Hab
By Karen Pierce Gonzalez
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mossy river runs ancient coastal redwood dreams you alive again Karen Pierce Gonzalez windswept Karen Pierce G...
By Lara Dolphin
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bury me under mussel, clam and oyster shells in a mound of earth Lara Dolphin bienvenidos– dine with us in a city of gastron...
By Cameron Carvalho
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this tree a war underground Cameron Carvalho dead thoughts my dog’s water bowl Cameron Carvalho I cast thought into no...
Monday, June 3, 2024
By John Stevenson
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an old cat I stroke his bony spine John Stevenson the moon seemingly alone John Stevenson vernal equinox a chill in ...
By John Pappas
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bare branches the loneliness of not knowing John Pappas autumn chill I seed my lawn with crows John Pappas after the st...
By John Grey
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morning drizzle raindrops waking on a gray roof John Grey calm peaceful village smoke from beyond the hilltops wher...
Sunday, June 2, 2024
By Jamie Wimberly
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gray spring eve leaving the park bench for the pigeons Jamie Wimberly riptide this poem goes out to the seagulls Jamie Wimber...
By Mona Bedi
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making up for lost time plum blossoms Mona Bedi incessant rain letting the river be Mona Bedi reheated coffee the conversat...
Saturday, June 1, 2024
By Ron Nhim
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winter wonderland— painted horses mid-gallop under silent moonlight Ron Nhim Sunday picnic— grandma knee deep in the lake, chas...
Friday, May 31, 2024
By cp howes
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on a pond steps to the sun water lilies cp howes cryptic postcards From interstellar lasers crop circles cp how...
By Steve Van Allen
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spring wind old man's radio jazz blown away Steve Van Allen a single yellow leaf floats onto an old blue bench as it has ...
By Sarah Mahina Calvello
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This sorrow Predictable but Expected Sarah Mahina Calvello
Thursday, May 30, 2024
By Kavita Ratna
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food-drop empty hands skyward Kavita Ratna
By Randy Brooks
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school shooting friends in the woods build a cairn Randy Brooks
Wednesday, May 29, 2024
By Simon De Courcey
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einkorn husks she watches mice at twilight Simon De Courcey
By Elena Zouain
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faded cherry blossoms – I am not alone Elena Zouain
By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă
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spring weather – on the blanket of childhood the cat and her kittens Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă
By Janet Krauss
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Listen to the silence before the hush of chimes answers the summer breeze Janet Krauss
By Stephen Jarrell Williams
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barefoot path into the heart of the woods shelter of trees Stephen Jarrell Williams
By Ram Chandran
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night sky... I tell my stories to passing clouds Ram Chandran
By David Cox
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tea gargled down in this whirring car unceremonious David Cox
By Don Brandis
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The Little Bighorn a gentle slope of sagebrush sand gravestones silence more then than now still weighted with passing toward forg...
By Bernadette O' Reilly
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slow walk to what i do not want Bernadette O' Reilly
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