Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Friday, November 27, 2020

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

long ago

a deserted forest

became my first lover


what other rooms

could you find within

your darkest abode


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Neena Singh

first date

everything just right

in the dream


Neena Singh

Thursday, November 26, 2020

By Kanchan Chatterjee

autumn rain . . .

the haiku certificate

comes drenched


Kanchan Chatterjee

By Bakhtiyar Amini

autumn evening

the old man by the window

counts shadows


Bakhtiyar Amini

Monday, November 23, 2020

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

a ballad

childhood joy

sings


Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Christina Chin

red oak leaf

spins in a spider web

winter sky


Christina Chin

Sunday, November 22, 2020

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

shadows dancing

goldenrod under the weight 

of a chickadee


Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Pat Davis

along a thread

that connects us

the lark's song 

 

Pat Davis

Saturday, November 21, 2020

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

are rubies

simply fragments

of forgotten dreams


it is possible

that we once lived

as the dust between sand


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Neena Singh

unshed tears

the space between

our meeting


Neena Singh

By Christine L. Villa

after his death missing his silence


Christine L. Villa

By Pat Davis

stillness

the rising mist

in my whispers


Pat Davis

Friday, November 20, 2020

By B.A. France

autumn rain...

down payment on

spring gardens


B.A. France

By Pippa Phillips

Daylight

trickling into the subway—

satori.

Pippa Phillips

Sunday, November 15, 2020

By B.A. France

cloudless sky...

memories of summer

blackberry preserves


B.A. France

By Pat Geyer

clouds

overtake stars

moon runs

behind darkness...

a race til morning


Pat Geyer

By Taofeek Ayeyemi

forenoon nap . . .

woken by the clinks

of cowbells

 

Taofeek Ayeyemi

By John J. Dunphy

deserted ranch

the corral fence bounded

by a sagebrush


John J. Dunphy