what
i really meant to say false spring
Alvin B. Cruz
death poem
pouring my last
cup
of tea
Alvin B. Cruz
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
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