Cold Moon Journal

USB port always slotting it the wrong way —Jay Friedenberg Rorschach clouds the disapproving glare of dad's face —Jay Friedenberg

after the rain…  a bellflower greeting  the moon —Steliana Cristina Voicu peonies in bloom the one near the yard no one knows about —Stelian...

dawn- one red stocking under the bed —Krzysztof Kokot

fall migration choosing a new bird to follow —Mark Hendrickson

churchyard an ancient yew bent with snow —Robert Witmer a marked page in a library book dating app —Robert Witmer

every year the walk over the graveyard takes longer —Oliver Kleyer

Fox News the parrot falls quiet on my shoulder —John Zheng

table for two the melting candle between us —Alvin B. Cruz cherry blossoms in late spring the tree i planted though i will not sit in its sh...

back in town  going by a different name too late to run too late to be forgiven hurricane season —Steve Black painkiller she washes the day ...

last pail of milk  we say goodbye  to our favorite cow  —Aja Rhianna gentle waves  the calm  before moonlight —Aja Rhianna

threadbare blanket  on the other side  a new day —Kavita Ratna

moonspots...  she keeps all her secrets to herself  —Nicoletta Ignatti spring twilight-  telling her  we will no longer be friends —Nicolett...

the smell of flowers in blushing burnt sun —Sarah Mahina Calvello

unsteady on my bruised ego apache plume —Marylyn Burridge

cat's eyes the blackbird tunes into fortissimo —Deborah Karl-Brandt worn-out socks learning how to mend them into a haiku —Deborah Karl-...

bird twitching  its tail—waves in the sun. —Partha Sarkar

outdoor nativity scene one of the Wise Men facing the wrong way —John J. Dunphy his last road trip my friend arrives at the cemetery —John J...

old bedroom a bassinet holds one tiny sock —Vickie Yiannoulou

woodpecker poem… the clickety-clack of his old typewriter — Anne Fox

licking a stamp the flavor of nostalgia —Oscar Luparia homemade bread a handful of sesame seeds for the sparrows —Oscar Luparia

thunderclap— the ghost of my cat  hits the bed —Miriam Sagan

icecaps with sprinkles sweating —Elliot Diamond

dirty spider's web the creeping hourglass etched in all of us —László Aranyi

keeping an eye on me this moon —Mishti Choudhury

Shine on Amid the rhythm of machines in the ICU, you ride the relentless tide of a stroke, each breath straining to fill your fading lungs—a...

—Michael C. Roberts —Michael C. Roberts —Michael C. Roberts

 soap opera  my neighbor sings  in the shower —M. R. Pelletier 

winter sparrow  the cashier declines  my food stamp card  —Jackie Chou

seven starlings  on a wire  melting in november rain  —Steve Van Allen

tipsy snow  whenever a car passes  I flinch —Jerome Berglund

precession of the equinoxes  my hands reach  middle age —Joshua St. Claire

votives  by the window  early shadow —Joanna Ashwell night chrysalis  lost in the snow  forest stars —Joanna Ashwell

red tinsels  on neighbor's fence  wind chimes tinkling  —Tuyet Van Do

birthday song  a balloon floats  above the moon —j rap inside his silence an echo of dad’s —j rap descending the peak  by full moon  rock fa...

Dear contributors and readers of Cold Moon Journal , I am delighted to be taking over from Robin and writing this first post, and to announc...

inkblot god the rotting leaves Joshua Eric Williams longer nights the sleep in these hooded eyes   Joshua Eric Williams ...

thunder snow confirmation of the news I was afraid of Mark Hendrickson