peat bog days
the dead creep into
conversation
Simon De Courcey
Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier
Sunday, April 21, 2024
By Fhen M.
Hundred billion stars in the galaxy
peering
only at the Polaris.
Fhen M.
Eyeballs catching the Kingfisher
flying
from tree to tree.
Fhen M.
Stayed to see the sun disappear
to
watch my love: Lupus constellation.
Fhen M.
By Yasir Farooq
keyhole cobweb—
i
enter
the ancient cave
Yasir Farooq
rain shower
the wet fledglings
on
the swaying tree
Yasir Farooq
Saturday, April 20, 2024
By Kelly Sargent
reaped harvest —
my teenager says hello
to
the homeless woman
Kelly Sargent
the
childhood I wish I had dandelion puff
Kelly Sargent
wild fig tree
bent seaward —
how I long
once more
to
long
Kelly Sargent
By Rita Melissano
this solitude…
a cloud cloaking my days
with ease
the silence no word
wants
to escape
Rita Melissano
sitting
on a slice of moon
she smiles
without feeling the sharp
edge
of the dark side
Rita Melissano
writing
on the mind’s walls
all is lost
the red ink of a heart lasts
forever
like a swan feather
Rita Melissano
endless sky...
where
the
sun goes to sleep
Rita Melissano
By Susan Burch
city co-op garden –
not even my own
empire
of dirt
Susan Burch
horrible day –
my haiku
grow
fangs
Susan Burch
By Kristen Lindquist
first
vulture . . .
imagining the past lives
of this old
pine
Kristen Lindquist
sun halo
the
overlapping orbits
of vultures in flight
Kristen Lindquist
lazy creek . . .
the morning air hazy
with
willow fluff
Kristen Lindquist
Wednesday, April 17, 2024
By Patrick Kitchen
mountain town
help wanted signs
in
every window
Patrick Kitchen
summer heat
a box of my things
on
her front porch
Patrick Kitchen
weeding
where should I begin
Patrick Kitchen
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