open window
a cat leaps
into
my story
Wendy Cobourne
harbor dawn
a tug pulls pink
downriver
Wendy Cobourne
Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier
Sunday, November 10, 2024
By Adrian Bouter
away, away
carries the wind
her
red balloon
Adrian Bouter
loss —
our moon as it is
as
it was
Adrian Bouter
Saturday, November 9, 2024
By Katie Montagna
open
market
truth goes
for the highest price
Katie
Montagna
under an old oak tree
the sky
is
falling
Katie Montagna
Friday, November 8, 2024
By Rita R. Melissano
that story…
is already written
in the sand
the sky has heard
the
water singing it
Rita R. Melissano
in the murmur
of a calm river
the
ripples of your voice
Rita R. Melissano
a
puzzle piece remembering where to go
Rita R. Melissano
dark circles
the void inside
many
moons
Rita R. Melissano
black holes...
pulled into forever
on
a bed of dead stars
Rita R. Melissano
By Robert Witmer
dad’s chair
the worn cushion
beneath
the cat
Robert Witmer
white nights
the ghost by the fire
asleep
Robert Witmer
babushka
memories wrapped in cabbage
baba's
twinkling eyes
Robert Witmer
By Richard Bailly
climbing
to reach her soul
ivy
Richard Bailly
riding
a tricycle—
again
Richard Bailly
By Ravi Kiran
candied bacon
the ice cream flavours
she
loved
Ravi Kiran
on a leaf
still holding on
first
snow
Ravi Kiran
dry riverbed
it’s time to become
strangers
again
Ravi Kiran
Thursday, November 7, 2024
By Kelly Sargent
a new sprig
on the horizon
baby’s
breath
Kelly Sargent
questioning
why no more shooting stars
Kelly Sargent
double
consonants recalling the little things
Kelly Sargent
pistachio shells
under the couch cushions
self-help
workbook
Kelly Sargent
By Pippa Phillips
an
S shape in the window of her content
Pippa Phillips
cold morning
the curl of a cat’s tail
around
my wrist
Pippa Phillips
unable
to be myself
autumn
leaf
Pippa Phillips
snail shell
the curl of a day
into
itself
Pippa Phillips
Wednesday, November 6, 2024
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