Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Thursday, August 22, 2024

By Alicia Alves

Coffee Ritual


I pour the coffee

then I stir clockwise three times

to get through the day

Alicia Alves

By JL Huffman

butterfly bush awash with wings

JL Huffman

By Nancy Brady

mountain trail

our footsteps silenced

by pine needles

Nancy Brady

By Bipasha Majumder (De)

mother's hair . . .

the sky overcast

with nimbus clouds

Bipasha Majumder (De)

Monday, August 19, 2024

By Scott Wiggerman

a bee disappears

in a purple wine cup

I follow his cue

Scott Wiggerman



deep purple dirge of elections

Scott Wiggerman



weight limits

the baggage we learn

to live without

Scott Wiggerman



disbelief

in resurrection

the many times

dead trees

come back to life

Scott Wiggerman



scavenging

old wood

for tree forts

before I knew

people live in less


Scott Wiggerman

Sunday, August 18, 2024

By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

drumstick curry

mother says mine isn't

like her mother's

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

By Steve Van Allen

overcast and chance of chickadees

Steve Van Allen



butterfly

the only thing moving

in summer heat

Steve Van Allen

By Jovana Dragojlovic

torn shoes...

so many kilometers

behind me

Jovana Dragojlovic

By Maya Daneva

salt air the haze of this geyser

Maya Daneva



fig by fig purple sunset

Maya Daneva

Friday, August 16, 2024

By Keith Evetts

rockpool

I leave the beach

right way up

Keith Evetts

By Kavita Ratna

mountain peaks

inside my shoe

a pebble

Kavita Ratna

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

By John Pappas

silvering the pond morning minnows

John Pappas



the late late show

unwilling to sleep

in an empty bed

John Pappas

 

 

climate change the dogs she follows on instagram

John Pappas

By Mircea Moldovan

foreign bodies the blue sofa in the basement

Mircea Moldovan



a wolf

barking at the moon

evening prayer

Mircea Moldovan

By Arvinder Kaur

the stubs that make a rainbow crayon sky

Arvinder Kaur



no one cries

at the pauper's funeral

windswept leaf

Arvinder Kaur



just enough strength

to blow a dandelion

hospice window

 
Arvinder Kaur