Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Monday, February 5, 2024

By Chen-ou Liu

the depth

of this absence of home,

of belonging ...

my face in the rearview mirror

this eviction day

Chen-ou Liu

By Sarah Paris

rereading

the tea leaves

Groundhog Day


Sarah Paris

By Nicoletta Ignatti

winter sky painting spaces between clouds

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Anthony Lusardi

before the storm altogether the crows

Anthony Lusardi

Saturday, February 3, 2024

By Kathabela Wilson

walk in the park

i lose my way

on purpose

Kathabela Wilson



aging beauty

the calligraphy

of her face

Kathabela Wilson



in the inner lining

of her kimono

a hint of hopefulness

Kathabela Wilson

By Paula Sears

winter storm

snowing parmesan

over the risotto


Paula Sears


 

a lone traveler

along the snowy path

moonlight


Paula Sears

By Mona Bedi

failing to find my identity wildflowers


Mona Bedi



telling it as the truth liar moon


Mona Bedi



cricket moon

somewhere the call

of a loon


Mona Bedi



mountain trek

we slowly discover

hidden stars
 

Mona Bedi

By Nancy Brady

chattering sparrows

in the burning bush

town gossips

Nancy Brady



dirty slush...

all the cars on the road

the same color

Nancy Brady

By Debbie Olson

bittersweet branches the winter night

Debbie Olson



storm clouds

a blue heron pilots

the canal

Debbie Olson

Friday, February 2, 2024

By Susan Yavaniski

hours out looking for seaglass I’ve lost my edge

Susan Yavaniski



a little black dress

on consignment

menopause

Susan Yavaniski



introductions

a box of donuts

a box of holes

Susan Yavaniski

 

 

snow in drifts

so much left

undone

Susan Yavaniski

By John Hawkhead

assisted dying

shadows in the slipstream

of a nightjar

John Hawkhead



identity thieves

stamped on her headstone

blooms of lichen

John Hawkhead

By Alvin B. Cruz

what i really meant to say false spring

Alvin B. Cruz



death poem

pouring my last

cup of tea

Alvin B. Cruz

By Ellen Kom

heart monitor...

beats of rage

killing time


Ellen Kom



frail bones hanging on the dawn

Ellen Kom

By Vandana Parashar

in want of washing my sins hard rain

Vandana Parashar



when I thought

the earth revolves around me…

mother’s lap

Vandana Parashar