Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Thursday, November 28, 2024

By Vandana Parashar

living in the moment

a cloud becomes

rain

Vandana Parashar



wind through a crack

the flowers

arrange themselves

Vandana Parashar



night bus

every head rolled

to side

Vandana Parashar



the world without a word winter woods

Vandana Parashar

By Nalini Shetty

ferry crossing

the river water churns

underneath us

I hold tight to the rail

and your unspoken words

Nalini Shetty



saffron robes

flutter in the breeze

Ganges twilight

 behind you a silhouette

 I can’t reach

Nalini Shetty

By Mona Bedi

tornado warning

the comfort

of gran’s rosary


Mona Bedi



incessant rain i let the old dog in


Mona Bedi



distant thunder —

how we have changed

over the years


Mona Bedi



I learn to live

with imperfections

windfall apples


Mona Bedi

Tuesday, November 26, 2024

By C. Jean Downer

wandering

through her room

to hold near

once-treasured gifts

she left behind

C. Jean Downer



a childhood

in the peripheral

I convince myself

I will always

have enough

C. Jean Downer

By Manasa Reddy Chichili

mountain temple

far from home

searching for peace

Manasa Reddy Chichili

By Susan Lee Roberts

ocean breeze...

together we walk

the life-long jetty

Susan Lee Roberts



onion—

layers of

unexpressed sweetness

Susan Lee Roberts

By Neena Singh

football field—

a sparrow holds

the goal post

Neena Singh



insomnia

stray dogs bark

all night

Neena Singh



margosa shade

the corn seller

fans her coal


Neena Singh

By Elena Zouain

red chrysanthemum —

the color of a memory

Elena Zouain



silence of the forest —

the deer’s bellow

reaches the moon

Elena Zouain

Monday, November 25, 2024

By Jerome Berglund

forced perspective

finding pockets

in the shallows

Jerome Berglund



thumb, forefinger

disentangling

the leaves

Jerome Berglund



beneath

the clouded surface

glimpses of movement

Jerome Berglund

By Jennifer Gurney

the number of

planes buzzing overhead

now outnumbers

the clouds, the birds

even the stars

Jennifer Gurney


 

days shortening

little by little

leaning into fall


Jennifer Gurney

By Barrie Levine

lost glove

he warms her hand

in both of his

Barrie Levine



phantom ring

on her left hand

stages of grief

Barrie Levine