I hear your voice
each morning
in
the birdsong
Jennifer Gurney
Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier
Monday, December 11, 2023
By Janet Ruth Heller
coyote prowls
the golf course—
what’s
his handicap
Janet Ruth Heller
*
foot of snow
on bird bath—
muffin
top
Janet Ruth Heller
By Joseph P. Wechselberger
my friend’s cabin
a short dash to the creek
for
a skinny-dip
Joseph P. Wechselberger
Friday, December 8, 2023
By Robert Witmer
eyes
in all directions
the
lost potato
Robert Witmer
*
hunger
a stone ripens
in
a tight fist
Robert Witmer
By Ravi Kiran
windblown hair
campfire lights up
half
her face
Ravi Kiran
*
flooded street
the paper boat
faster
than me
Ravi Kiran
Wednesday, December 6, 2023
By Bryan Rickert
starting again
at fifty
I scrape
every last bit
of peanut butter
from
the jar
Bryan Rickert
By Michael H. Lester and Joy McCall
their brooms
broken and burned at the stake
the witches
assemble at the village gate
to exact a gruesome vengeance
there are spells
we learned from the old ones
herbs on the fire
the chant deep and low ...
'the devil take your soul'
Michael H. Lester
and Joy McCall
By Reid Hepworth
wintering…
the birch and maple
have given up their leaves
while I remain cocooned
in memories
Reid Hepworth
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