Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Saturday, June 8, 2024

By Hassane Zemmouri

comfort

the kidney stone out

with the pain

Hassane Zemmouri

By Maya Daneva

inside this fried fish    a fishhook

Maya Daneva



church mass progresses

sticking to each other

candles

Maya Daneva

By Manasa Kaliki

In the summer night

in the cool wind and soft moon

I attained rebirth


Manasa Kaliki

By Kamrun Nahar

wake up

in the sea of mistakes

as a flower

Kamrun Nahar



shadow of death…

wanders from door to door

like a dark ghost

Kamrun Nahar

By Sarah Mahina Calvello

Lemon grass tea sipping

Watching this crazy world

Go by in a blink

Sarah Mahina Calvello

 

 

Jigsaw jazz

Beautiful, misplaced chaos

Blue shadowy moon


Sarah Mahina Calvello

By Janet Krauss

Starlings descend

from the sky

a meteor shower of stars

Janet Krauss

Friday, June 7, 2024

By Stephen C. Curro

no reception

the music

of the river

Stephen C. Curro



daybreak

the gurgle

of the coffeemaker

Stephen C. Curro

By Brad Bennett

the loom

of indigo clouds

thistle silk

Brad Bennett

By Risë Daniels

autumn leaves ...

this sorrow from

letting you go

Risë Daniels



sudden shower…

my mantra

shifts rhythm

Risë Daniels



cherry festival

her blush

betrays her

Risë Daniels

By J. D. Nelson


near the shelter where I lived grasshopper in my face

J. D. Nelson



logizomai I walk & walk but don’t advance


J. D. Nelson



first leaves of spring now we’re talkin’!


J. D. Nelson



out of the corner of my eye crow & crow again


J. D. Nelson



thoughts of dewdrop universes roofers laugh in the wind


J. D. Nelson

By Tony Williams

a piece of red amber—

I like it

because she loves it


Tony Williams

By Robert Witmer

a child

shoehorned into a dream

the long walk home

Robert Witmer



a name

in a forgotten book

somewhere in the middle

Robert Witmer

By Adrian Bouter

pristine pines

the narrow path

having no end

Adrian Bouter

Thursday, June 6, 2024

By Randy Brooks

brothers

pestering each other

in the back seat

now fallen angels

both asleep

Randy Brooks