Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Tuesday, December 27, 2022

By Priti Khullar

morning newspaper


the only thing dad




looks forward to, now



Priti Khullar

Sunday, December 25, 2022

By Nani Mariani

gripping cold

towards the end of the year

world peace

Nani Mariani

Saturday, December 24, 2022

By Madeleine Vinluan

remember to kiss the moon on Christmas
 

Madeleine Vinluan

By Keith Evetts

                                                                                                                                                Keith Evetts

Thursday, December 22, 2022

By C.X.Turner

hollow tree—

I try to figure out the depth

of solitude

C.X.Turner

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

By Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam

after

the noon rain

rainbow

across the sky

we hang our laundry


Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam

By RJ Humbl

On washing lines

The spotted starlings form

Musical notes


RJ Humbl

Tuesday, December 20, 2022

By M. R. Pelletier

Rotting log—

   forest returns

   to forest

M. R. Pelletier

By Ron Scully

cranberry sauce

in-laws

take sides of the table

Ron Scully


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leftovers

what we talk about

driving home

Ron Scully

By Ram Chandran

passing village school

the child in me

slips through train window


Ram Chandran

By Caroline Ridley-Duff

Sunlight through stained glass,

new patterns on

an ancient stone floor.

Caroline Ridley-Duff

By Robert Witmer

blinking

with a thousand eyes

raindrops on the lake

Robert Witmer


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chainsaws

no one to answer

the ringing in the trees

Robert Witmer

Monday, December 19, 2022

By Maria Malferrari

Speaking every day with silence


Maria Malferrari

Sunday, December 18, 2022

Friday, December 16, 2022

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

taproom

the clink of a coin

as it drops in the jukebox

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Chris Langer

nightly stroll

my shadow

a black cat

Chris Langer


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sunny afternoon

painting the wall

with shadow puppets

Chris Langer


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book fair

children wait in line

for new adventures

Chris Langer

By Ruth Holzer

waking

from a dream of love

I'm grateful

for imagination

in place of memory

Ruth Holzer

Wednesday, December 14, 2022

By Maria Teresa Sisti

beaver moon

the hospice so cold

without noise

Maria Teresa Sisti