Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Sunday, June 16, 2024

By Lorraine A Padden

pajamas…

another superhero dream

takes flight

Lorraine A Padden



trouting

the arc of a midsummer

rainbow

Lorraine A Padden



asking her grandmother about love fresh daisies

Lorraine A Padden



incoming…

baby formula airdropped

over a war zone

Lorraine A Padden

By Audrey Quinn

night fog

across the Sound

a horn solo

Audrey Quinn



from adjoining terraces

the sounds of summer

sunscreen mist

Audrey Quinn



night walk

two dogs

square off

Audrey Quinn

Wednesday, June 12, 2024

By Govind Joshi

summer fair

children chasing

soap bubbles

Govind Joshi



story

within a story

this life

Govind Joshi

By Todd Matson

my sweet baby girls –

they are no longer babies

and not always sweet

Todd Matson

 

 

his philanthropy –

the gifts he kept on giving

for his vanity

Todd Matson



unconditional –

the love of a little dog

is God spelled backward

Todd Matson

By Ravi Kiran

rush hour

the manoeuvrability

of an ambulance

Ravi Kiran



between a beard

and the grey moustache

a few missing teeth

Ravi Kiran



Alzheimer’s

her favourite dress

for the first time

Ravi Kiran



what are the odds

of meeting you again

shooting star

Ravi Kiran

By j rap

escaping

through fence pickets

wildflower seeds


j rap

 



you pick out things

from my hair

lovebug


j rap



By Alvin B. Cruz

words we said too late lilacs

Alvin B. Cruz



insomnia

yesterday’s rain

still falling

Alvin B. Cruz



rain after a long drought mother’s remission

Alvin B. Cruz

By Patricia Carragon

buds sprout

on maple trees

cat in deep sleep

Patricia Carragon

By Nancy Brady

spring evening

seeping though the window

the skunk's scent


Nancy Brady

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

taking a nap

with eyes closed

seeing everything

Stephen Jarrell Williams



an old man

gazing up to heaven

wondering when
 

Stephen Jarrell Williams



children singing

on the mountaintops

pleading with us

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Tomislav Maretić

deserted streets –

birdsong fills

the silence

Tomislav Maretić