Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Wednesday, September 4, 2024

By Joan McNerney

What discus player

threw a tangerine moon on

top of Main Street?

Joan McNerney



silent

cold

dark sky

moon flowering

Joan McNerney

By John Hawkhead

ghost orchids

no matter what I do

everyone dies

John Hawkhead

By Francoise Maurice

the world

is in distress

carpet of flowers

Francoise Maurice

By Jennifer Gurney

feels like a second

from the first turned leaf

till the rush

of Halloween-Thanksgiving-

Christmas-New Years

Jennifer Gurney



in the middle

of five living generations

I see forever

Jennifer Gurney

 

 

snuggled in his chair

my brother on one side

and I on the other

Dad in between us

reading

Jennifer Gurney

By Pitt Büerken

supermarket

the expensive goods

at eye level


Pitt Büerken



my sister

tells me about the past

and I get

a completely different image

of my parents

Pitt Büerken

By Joanna Ashwell

unfinished story

another morning

of frost stars

Joanna Ashwell

Tuesday, September 3, 2024

By Kelly Moyer

If a Tree Falls

Kelly Moyer


 

The Farm

Kelly Moyer




Koffeeklatsch

Kelly Moyer




Morning Meditation

Kelly Moyer


Kelly Moyer's photography available here

Sunday, September 1, 2024

By Audrey Quinn

on Frida's doorstep

limonadas sweetened

by agave


Audrey Quinn



lightning flash

small hands soothe

the dog to sleep


Audrey Quinn



under the lime tree

a spattering

of rotten fruit


Audrey Quinn



high season

on sparkling water

a ferry waits


Audrey Quinn

Saturday, August 31, 2024

By Manasa Kaliki

Me and my mom

Playing with sea shells

It's my dream

Sea shells are her memory

I am alone now

Manasa Kaliki





Every flower, every life

Their own story, their own tale

Tied by strings of fate

image and words Manasa Kaliki

By Susan E. Schipper

 

Nature reflected

Sand and surf inverted here

Wonder to behold

image and words Susan E. Schipper

Friday, August 30, 2024

By Rita Melissano

embroidered

in the tapestry of the universe

words

the ancient rhythm sung

in cosmic ancestral chants

Rita Melissano



the sound of a cello

silencing my heart beat

this longing...

Rita Melissano



end of the line we could start here

Rita Melissano



delighted

with the unexpected

gift box

her desire for nothing

unwraps its silky ribbon

Rita Melissano