Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Friday, February 2, 2024

By Ellen Kom

heart monitor...

beats of rage

killing time


Ellen Kom



frail bones hanging on the dawn

Ellen Kom

By Vandana Parashar

in want of washing my sins hard rain

Vandana Parashar



when I thought

the earth revolves around me…

mother’s lap

Vandana Parashar

By Keith Evetts

once I loved

whistling in the woods

winter wind

Keith Evetts



withered grasses

so many strands

of idle thought

Keith Evetts



divorce lawyers

we finally reach

an unsettlement

Keith Evetts

By Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

winter garden

a bumper crop

of weeds


Jenn Ryan-Jauregui



dawn chorus the kittens not yet weaned

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui



creeping

onto the footpath

first light

I loosen the knot

in my scarf

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

By Stephanie Zepherelli

spring cleaning cobwebs in my mind

Stephanie Zepherelli



flying on trade winds mango leaves

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Michael Minassian

A lunar calendar—

counting days

I watch the moon.


Michael Minassian



The monk asks a question,

I have no answer—

very good, he says.


Michael Minassian



Cloudy morning

inside and out

another leaf falls.


Michael Minassian

By Ravi Kiran

cold dawn

the drooping eyelids

of school bus kids

Ravi Kiran



the porch

all for themselves

the bulb and a moth

Ravi Kiran

Wednesday, January 31, 2024

Monday, January 29, 2024

By Tuyet Van Do

hide and seek

a wagging tail

under the bed

Tuyet Van Do

By Ram Chandran

shaking hands

grandma ends up with

a raw mango

Ram Chandran

Saturday, January 27, 2024

By Oscar Luparia

silent flame

the scented lullaby

of her candle


Oscar Luparia

By Diane Funston

terracotta canvas

Frida Kahlo lilies

Mexico

Diane Funston

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

wedding day…

leaving

parents’ home


Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Voima Oy

Twin moons

silver coins

wish for peace

Voima Oy

By Xiaoou Chen

rushing forth

the war-horses’ legs

become invisible


Xiaoou Chen

Friday, January 26, 2024

By Albert Schlaht

noon-time walk

under the autumn sun

a cloud of gnats


Albert Schlaht

By Anthony Ward

feeling a presence

like a breath upon my neck,

with no body there


Anthony Ward