Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Friday, March 8, 2024

By Kelly Sargent

war and peace

not always

black and white

Kelly Sargent



creeping ivy

through the wagon handle

the decisions

I make

by indecision

Kelly Sargent



winter sky swallows the words I can’t take back

Kelly Sargent

By JL Huffman

unnatural glow

backlit mountain ridges

boros below

JL Huffman



snowbound day

chili heats

palate and soul

JL Huffman

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

on the doorstep

will she finally enter

new moon

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

By Anne Curran

foreign posting

the aerograms

I write home


Anne Curran



city square

the clink of loose change

into the busker's hat

Anne Curran



city square

the sweet melodies

of a weary busker

Anne Curran

By Priti Khullar

social media

tattered flag at a hill

battling to be seen

Priti Khullar

By Barrie Levine

outbox draft

deleting the dear

in her dear john letter


Barrie Levine


 

in his place

in my bed

the cat


Barrie Levine


 

his first recital

a round of applause

for all the pink


Barrie Levine

By Neena Singh

half moon

hides in the pine...

words left unsaid

Neena Singh


 

a barn owl's cry:

the dark circles

under my eyes

Neena Singh

Monday, March 4, 2024

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

in bloom…

the scent of light

of your hand cream

Steliana Cristina Voicu



crab apple moon

the painter carefully rounds

a blossom

Steliana Cristina Voicu



majestic moon

growing from the silence

plum blossoms

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Sharon Ferrante

I watch a candle

warm itself

on my wall

I want that passion

in the yellow haze

Sharon Ferrante



I always

tell the truth—

it was me

who threw Jupiter

her little moons

Sharon Ferrante



I wonder

if I leave my cloak

in your cold forest

will it take away

your shiver?


Sharon Ferrante