Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Sunday, October 9, 2022

By Katja Fox

end of summer –

birds and i

in muted tones

Katja Fox



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language barrier –

so much laughter yet

so utterly alone

Katja Fox

By Madeleine Vinluan

much to talk about

when seasons change

Madeleine Vinluan

By Maria Teresa Piras

October moon –

the shadow of a farewell

that comes and goes

Maria Teresa Piras

Saturday, October 8, 2022

By Ram Chandran

narrow country path

I give way

to stray cattle

Ram Chandran

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

busy diner

the waitress splashes coffee

in my saucer


Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Daipayan Nair

greeting card –

my thoughts

need more space

Daipayan Nair

By Douglas J. Lanzo

scent of mint

morning mist rising

over bamboo tea house

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Meera Rehm

measuring

the rain. . .

blackbird song


Meera Rehm


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accepting

as i am. . .

heirloom eggplant


Meera Rehm


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wherever i see

a river. . .

mother's voice


Meera Rehm

Wednesday, October 5, 2022

By Eavonka Ettinger

unable to stop

putting my finger in the

mouths of snapdragons

Eavonka Ettinger

By Herb Tate

toad

          leaf

       toad

Herb Tate

By Ingrid Baluchi

man and beast

how rich the color

of turned earth

Ingrid Baluchi


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sandstorm

the screech

of a rusty windmill

Ingrid Baluchi


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overnight rain

the pure magic

of a pixie ring

 

Ingrid Baluchi

By Refika Dedić

mushroom

shivering under the leaves

winter

Refika Dedić

By Colette Kern

no secrets

despite the curtains

emergency room

Colette Kern


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lose me in the

black hole of the universe

erogenous zones

Colette Kern

By Katherine E Winnick

flower palace

petals gently drifting

through her braids

Katherine E Winnick

By Molly Zeigenbein

dark cavernous maw

flapping fluttering wind gust

flock of bats departs

 

Molly Zeigenbein

Sunday, October 2, 2022

By Susan Burch

treasure hunt –

I don’t know what

she sees in you

Susan Burch


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too early too late menopause

Susan Burch


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first rain

the little raindrop

that could

Susan Burch

By Mona Bedi

last chemo

a single sunflower

dances in the wind

Mona Bedi


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winter chill

she double folds

her quilt

Mona Bedi