Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Friday, September 13, 2024

By Bryan Rickert

father’s grave

finally telling him

what I really think

Bryan Rickert



romantic picnic

we both come away

with a tick

Bryan Rickert

By Vera Constantineau

crossroad

a day without a need

to yield

Vera Constantineau



heavy rain

swapping summer for fall

in the closet

Vera Constantineau



senior golfer

corrects his stance

at the urinal


Vera Constantineau

By Dinah Power

the pen

struggles to write

sonic booms

Dinah Power

By Kelly Sargent

French lavender bunch

the life I thought

I was bound for

Kelly Sargent



winter rain

the wisdom

of imperfection

Kelly Sargent

By Mark Forrester

beach wedding—

the flower girl gathers

broken shells


Mark Forrester



midnight rain

remembering

my mother’s voice

Mark Forrester

By Nicoletta Ignatti

moonlit sea—

all my thoughts

in the dark

Nicoletta Ignatti

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

By Stephanie Zepherelli

            pulled 

                      into 

                           another 

                                       black 

                                               hole 

                                                     nightmare

Stephanie Zepherelli



                  balance 

               amid chaos

            stacking stones

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Richard L. Matta

willow leaf

a koi practices

catch and release

Richard L. Matta



box canyon hike

a chorus of coyotes

deepens darkness

Richard L. Matta

By Vandana Parashar

coming out of woods the sudden depth of the sky

Vandana Parashar



on the periphery of night just enough space for me

Vandana Parashar



carbon dating am I too old to bond

Vandana Parashar



deep in dhyana

thud of a newspaper

outside my door

Vandana Parashar

By Steve Van Allen

single bird on a wire

one-note afternoon

Steve Van Allen



hot July

in tall grassy shade

a deer

Steve Van Allen

By Emil Karla

a single clock

back and forth in time—

tango


Emil Karla



the many birds

above the tracks

within the morning sun

Emil Karla