Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Tuesday, March 12, 2024

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

news on TV

choosing to write about

pink tulips

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Surya Nes

Climate change


melting ice

Iceberg Alley

is a dead end

Surya Nes

Saturday, March 9, 2024

By Mike Fainzilber

staring at the moon

trying to find

your reflection

Mike Fainzilber



love thy enemy

the one

I married

Mike Fainzilber



after the parting

sunrise and sunset

in grayscale

Mike Fainzilber



cloth on cloth

so near

too far…

Mike Fainzilber



what a view, you say

I see

only you

Mike Fainzilber



a haiku dream

when the soul

meets itself

Mike Fainzilber

By Mariangela Canzi

sudden truce —

hanging wash

over the rubble

Mariangela Canzi



lonely conch the exile's blues

Mariangela Canzi



words float

in my mind...

new Beatles song


Mariangela Canzi

By Mike Gallagher

a scream

the dim moon bringing life

to darkness


Mike Gallagher



that day

when the world changed forever

what I was doing


Mike Gallagher



drunken melee

several cases of assault

brewing

Mike Gallagher

By Maya Daneva

snowy March

the creaking sound of little boots…

egg hunt begins


Maya Daneva



smooth talk…

I rinse off the wild clams

for third time

Maya Daneva

By Michael Smith

in the clear still pool

of your haiku I have seen

my own reflection

Michael Smith

By Randy Brooks

rent overdue

locked out with nothing

but a comb-over

Randy Brooks



thick family Bible

she only keeps up

with births

Randy Brooks



warming up

the farmhouse kitchen

banana bread

Randy Brooks



not toy guns

not real guns

she wants nothing to do

with guns in her house

ever. again.

Randy Brooks

By Refika Dedić

in an old book

after all these years

her letter

Refika Dedić



still winter

and they are sticking out of the ground

buds

Refika Dedić

By Robert Epstein

Ides of March ––

I stop looking for love

in all the wrong places

Robert Epstein



the manipulation continues daylight savings

Robert Epstein



wild licorice

with every bite

decades melt away

Robert Epstein


By Ravi Kiran

elevator stillness

blinking numbers

and eyelids

Ravi Kiran