Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Friday, January 5, 2024

By Ellen Kom

winter storm

the end

tougher than expected


Ellen Kom

By Elliot Diamond

tree pose

of a yoga morning

autumn leaves


Elliot Diamond

Thursday, January 4, 2024

By Debbie Strange

 
nurdles all that's left of the ocean

Debbie Strange

 
 


this pain i can't seem to get a handle on

Debbie Strange

Wednesday, January 3, 2024

By Steve Bahr

new year bubbles burst of resolutions

Steve Bahr


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descended dust

the shelf life

of a keepsake

Steve Bahr

By Wanda Amos

lonesome moon

that warming unconsciousness

of cognac


Wanda Amos


*


why—

do you follow me

day moon

Wanda Amos

By Anthony Lusardi

everything i need cherry petal rain


Anthony Lusardi


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lunar halo—

is there ever a good time

to tell bad news

Anthony Lusardi

By Stephanie Zepherelli

ash to gold

the alchemist ignites

a new year

Stephanie Zepherelli


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hourglass

the last grain

stuck in time

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Keith Evetts

New Year's Day

leftovers

or fasting

Keith Evetts


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wild night

hardly anything left

of the moon

Keith Evetts

By Françoise Maurice

east wind

each leaf waits

its turn

Françoise Maurice


*


sidewalk

as surprised as I was

the crow

Françoise Maurice

By Govind Joshi

village fair

tinkle of glass bangles

surrounding the cart

Govind Joshi


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rippled lake

a wooden boat

fast to a tree


Govind Joshi

Tuesday, January 2, 2024

By Priti Khullar

memories

a fly entangled

in the spider web

Priti Khullar

By Kerry J Heckman

tracing my lifeline ant

Kerry J Heckman


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trumpet flower

the hummingbird plays

each blossom


Kerry J Heckman

By Chris Kastle

sun caresses

warmth within

buzzing of bees


Chris Kastle

By Maya Daneva

quiet beach

a small crab moves its shade

over my toe


Maya Daneva

By Gopal Lahiri

beetles

exchange honeydew

ants giggle

Gopal Lahiri

Monday, January 1, 2024

By j rap

in the pause

between motorcycle gears

this tiny thought


j rap

By James Penha

oligarchs

burn tropical jungles—

there will be smoke

 

from ashes

oil palm plantations—

there will be fat

 

where orangutans

and gibbons live—

there will be none

James Penha

By Jennifer Gurney

waking to the light

through the crack under the door—

you are here


Jennifer Gurney