Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Thursday, June 6, 2024

By JL Huffman

less traveled lane

Why did the kudzu

cross the road?

JL Huffman



senior living

rust and dent models

inside and out

JL Huffman

By Sharon Ferrante

sudden gust—

chimes tell secrets

Sharon Ferrante



I walk

on a moss laden path

deciding—

just for today

I need nothing more

Sharon Ferrante

Wednesday, June 5, 2024

By Keith Evetts

old pond

the deep depression

of a toad

Keith Evetts



summer breeze

the girl on a towel with a book

waves a foot

Keith Evetts



when blue

is nowhere near enough

kingfisher

Keith Evetts



evening downpour

the backstreet gutter clogged

with torn betting slips

Keith Evetts



getting older

prone to drop things

like birthdays

Keith Evetts



above the sawmill

the rasp of mute swans

heading west

Keith Evetts

By Chip Dameron

where is Basho

when I need him: day waning,

images hiding

Chip Dameron

By Mircea Moldovan

too much noise for a summer rain

Mircea Moldovan



the reasonable story of a wanderer's stone bridges

Mircea Moldovan



a drink

and another round

countryside life

Mircea Moldovan

By Chen-ou Liu

Mother once sighed,

you've spoken English for too long

you might forget me ...

exiled for years, I can't recall

which language I dream in

Chen-ou Liu

By Biswajit Mishra

learning mother tongue

our kids chance upon

a swear word

Biswajit Mishra



day after snow

a magpie braves

a fence-walk

Biswajit Mishra



graduation day

six goslings get

their first dip

Biswajit Mishra

Tuesday, June 4, 2024

By Fati Hab

calm sea

i miss this peace

in my city

Fati Hab

By Karen Pierce Gonzalez

mossy river runs

ancient coastal redwood dreams

you alive again


Karen Pierce Gonzalez




windswept

Karen Pierce Gonzalez

 



roots


Karen Pierce Gonzalez

By Lara Dolphin

bury me under

mussel, clam and oyster shells

in a mound of earth

Lara Dolphin



bienvenidos–

dine with us in a city

of gastronomy

Lara Dolphin

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