Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Saturday, April 16, 2022

By Vandana Parashar

empty park

my dog and I settle

in married silence


Vandana Parashar

By Tony Williams

spring scent

if I were a horse

I would gallop


Tony Williams

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

a drip on the roof

yesterday's sunshine sounds

far away



Susan Bonk Plumridge

Friday, April 15, 2022

Thursday, April 14, 2022

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

how the bluebells bloom within me

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Vandana Parashar

cuckoo’s egg in search of my biological parents


Vandana Parashar

Wednesday, April 13, 2022

By Susan K Beard

eating a ripe pear

its life

becomes my life


Susan K Beard

By Paula Sears

one-word

haiku

wordle



Paula Sears

By Pippa Phillips

potter's wheel--

the clay between

its shapings


Pippa Phillips

Tuesday, April 12, 2022

By C.X. Turner

night rain

wrapped in the warmth

of my dream

C.X. Turner

By Samo Kreutz

april drizzle

even her scars

caressed

Samo Kreutz

By Helen Ogden

darkening skies

the distant rumble

of Russian tanks


Helen Ogden

By Richard Bailly

sky apostrophe

cloud punctuation

cirrus grammar

Richard Bailly

By Joanna Ashwell

wrapped indoors

the scent of rain

in your words


Joanna Ashwell

By Florin C. Ciobica

pouring rain –

the sound of a drum

lost in the park


Florin C. Ciobica

Monday, April 11, 2022

By Chen-ou Liu

a raven

silhouetted against the moon

I slip

into the black hole

of your nightmare

Chen-ou Liu

By Pris Campbell

folded notes

and bobby socks

epitaphs

glimpsed in moon shadows

at the old stone graveyard


Pris Campbell