Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

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

By Melissa Laussmann

at sunrise

rows of sandcastles

return to sea

Melissa Laussmann


 

twilight sky

in quiet contemplation

just a bird and me

Melissa Laussmann

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

By Mark Gilbert

clouds


drifting

apart

Mark Gilbert



my early times

challenging lifestyle

address unknown

image and words Mark Gilbert

 


 

By Stephanie Zepherelli

children’s laughter

catching soap bubbles

with a butterfly net

Stephanie Zepherelli



foggy morning

forgotten dreams

on the pillow

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

empty bed

sitting in the rocking chair

remembering

Stephen Jarrell Williams



she has a way

to stop and start

hearts

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Dan C. Iulian

autumn rain

weighing each word

she says

Dan C. Iulian

By Nicoletta Ignatti

summer sea—

the wings of a seagull

enliven the sky

Nicoletta Ignatti



scorching sun—

living in the shadow

of myself

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Hynek Koziol

end of town —

the path to her house

overgrown with vetch

Hynek Koziol