Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Tuesday, June 4, 2024

By Cameron Carvalho

this tree

a war

underground


Cameron Carvalho

 

 

dead thoughts my dog’s water bowl

Cameron Carvalho



I cast

thought

into nothing

Cameron Carvalho

Monday, June 3, 2024

By John Stevenson

an old cat

I stroke

his bony spine


John Stevenson



the moon

seemingly

alone

John Stevenson



vernal equinox

a chill

in the warmth

John Stevenson

By John Pappas

bare branches

the loneliness of

not knowing

John Pappas



autumn chill

I seed my lawn

with crows

John Pappas



after the storm—

the bright shards of the

broken pot

John Pappas



dark matter

the secrets I keep

from myself

John Pappas

By John Grey

morning drizzle

raindrops waking

on a gray roof

John Grey



calm peaceful village

smoke from beyond the hilltops

where the fighting is

John Grey



railway station on a disused line

one old brown suitcase

unclaimed these thirty years

John Grey

Sunday, June 2, 2024

By Jamie Wimberly

gray spring eve

leaving the park bench

for the pigeons

Jamie Wimberly



riptide

this poem goes out

to the seagulls

Jamie Wimberly



moon-faced

for every phase

another

Jamie Wimberly

By Mona Bedi

making up

for lost time

plum blossoms


Mona Bedi



incessant rain letting the river be

Mona Bedi




reheated coffee the conversation gone cold


Mona Bedi

Saturday, June 1, 2024

By Ron Nhim

winter wonderland—

painted horses mid-gallop

under silent moonlight

Ron Nhim



Sunday picnic—

grandma knee deep in the lake,

chasing minnows

Ron Nhim



summer stillness—

an old man taps his cane

for amusement

Ron Nhim



an empty desk–

her pink coffee mug

still in the same spot

Ron Nhim



at the burial—

teardrops and raindrops mingle

under the spring sky

Ron Nhim

Friday, May 31, 2024

By cp howes

on a pond

steps to the sun

water lilies

cp howes



cryptic postcards

From interstellar lasers

crop circles

cp howes

By Steve Van Allen

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 for years

Steve Van Allen

By Sarah Mahina Calvello

This sorrow

Predictable but

Expected

Sarah Mahina Calvello

Thursday, May 30, 2024

By Kavita Ratna

food-drop

empty hands

skyward

Kavita Ratna