Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Thursday, July 18, 2024

By Manasa Kaliki

Shooting star I wish to meet you again

Manasa Kaliki

By Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

the moon

enough wealth

for a fortnight

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

By Mile Lisica

a shiny moon

and crickets sing

at the end of the war

Mile Lisica



блистави месец

и зрикавци певају

на крају рата

Mile Lisica

By Mark Hendrickson

trouble coming

seen from a mile away

summer storms

Mark Hendrickson

By Rita Melissano

leaving

the white pelicans behind

the river turns...

Rita Melissano



 the soundscapes                             

       of this breeze caressing                    

       the trees                                              

       no one knows why only

       silence can stop the wind
          

Rita Melissano

Monday, July 15, 2024

By Albert Schlaht

jingle of coin—

tilting its head

a crow

Albert Schlaht



at sunset

ascending their hill

fire ants

Albert Schlaht

By Wanda Amos

data breach

another drivers license…

the monotony

of proving

i am me

Wanda Amos



now extinct

light from a distant star…

ignoring your call

Wanda Amos

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

singing

around the campfire

flickering of stars

Stephen Jarrell Williams



moonlight

reflecting in your eyes

a lifetime

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By John Hawkhead

drifting blossom

churchmen want to know

where I have been

John Hawkhead



tumbling litter

a gang of street crows

shoots the breeze

John Hawkhead

By Belinda Behne

weeping cherry

waterfalls of pink

laughter


Belinda Behne



dancing in the wet grass

chasing stars

until dawn

Belinda Behne

By Mariangela Canzi

insomnia Blue Moon and I

Mariangela Canzi



bee on tulip at dawn new love

Mariangela Canzi

By Eugeniusz Zacharski

silent night—

a spider slides down

from the hunter's moon

Eugeniusz Zacharski


 

full moon—

even the light that guides the thief

is stolen

Eugeniusz Zacharski

By Cherri Sutphin

teacup

in a garden

water for the birds

Cherri Sutphin



arboretum

a hidden home

for fairies

Cherri Sutphin

By Karen O'Leary

soft music

wafts into my room

in dreams

my son’s song

plays on

Karen O'Leary



scraping to survive

a guitar man

with a broken string

Karen O'Leary