Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Saturday, June 3, 2023

By Bryan Rickert

zoloft down the rabbit’s hole

Bryan Rickert


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wild hops it’s complicated

Bryan Rickert

By John Pappas

surprising our grief the cuckoo clock

John Pappas


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day’s end

pouring himself four fingers

of darkness

John Pappas

By Reid Hepworth

tracking footprints in the snow jury duty

Reid Hepworth

By Barrie Levine

the paper napkins

paper thin—

soup kitchen


Barrie Levine

By Vasile Moldovan

in the airport

butterflies and planes

ready to take off

Vasile Moldovan

By Priti Khullar

old friends

old gossip

I return younger

Priti Khullar

By Susan Lee Roberts

trailside daisies

my fingers itch

to pick them

Susan Lee Roberts


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gnarled branches

battling to be seen—

family tree


Susan Lee Roberts

By Deby Cedars

Fruit from a fruit stand.

Green mango on the windowsill

Ripens perfectly.

Deby Cedars

By Stephen Toft

early blossom

the bus driver stops

to adjust his mirror


Stephen Toft

By JL Huffman

morning mist

Sandburg’s pale cat

paws the windshield

JL Huffman

Friday, June 2, 2023

By David Cox

thick blue sky–

a school bans

rainbows

David Cox

By Pris Campbell

I thunder

down the dirt road

he chases dust

from the wrong car

for one more kiss


Pris Campbell

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

jasmine moon –

the pond reflecting me

inside your arms

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Ram Chandran

plucking the weeds

she thinks

of her estranged husband

Ram Chandran

By Chen-ou Liu

waiting alone

in this cheap motel room

all night long

the vacancy sign

blinks on, blinks off ...

Chen-ou Liu

By Lorraine Caputo

Spirits entangled

in the cobwebs of tortured

memories – my past


Lorraine Caputo


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A thousand shards of

Art Deco lamp glass scattered

across the dusk sky


Lorraine Caputo

By Zhihua Wang

So much just happened

in a new poem, yet the world

remains the same.

Zhihua Wang

By Alfred Booth

as if a satellite

could replace a full moon . . .

machine-gun dreams


Alfred Booth


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what does

a machine know of awe?

the Milky Way

Alfred Booth