early morning
walking
on the edges
of a new day
Jovana Dragojlovic
Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier
Wednesday, April 3, 2024
Tuesday, April 2, 2024
By Biswajit Mishra
night read
an ant beats me
to
Basho
Biswajit Mishra
wrong foot
on freshly mopped floor
my
shoe prints
Biswajit Mishra
losing keys
the pleasure
of
rediscovering
Biswajit Mishra
such love
the day after Valentine’s
dark chocolates
are all gone leaving
an
empty heart
Biswajit Mishra
Hayrolls, photo by Biswajit Mishra
Magpie on Tree-Thaw, photo
by Biswajit Mishra
Full Moon, photo
by Biswajit Mishra
Sunday, March 31, 2024
By Philip Andrew Lisi
Human
Nature
glasswing butterfly
I mark its spirals
and seek a certain release
in
its weightlessness
cellophane in silky flight
my son does not see
his cruel potential
it is just a bug
west
wind in summer
he tears wings with glee
my hands tremble in a breeze
too cold for August
Philip Andrew Lisi
Friday, March 29, 2024
By Ram Chandran
Cuckoo's Song
from
morning
following me everywhere—
this cuckoo's song
a
cuckoo song
answering
a distant cuckoo song
banyan
tree—
a cuckoo's song lengthens
through aerial roots
cuckoo's
song
in sync with
monsoon rains
Ram Chandran
Thursday, March 28, 2024
Tuesday, March 26, 2024
By John Zheng
gossip mill fast food in all seasons
John Zheng
long
shutdown the stone path sprawled with silence
John Zheng
sundown
a hobo’s shadow drags into moonrise
John Zheng
disordered
books stacked in order in my mind
John Zheng
By B. L. Bruce
forest
path
wooden railing
worn smooth
B. L. Bruce
summer
pond
the doe takes
a quiet drink
B. L. Bruce
new
moon
the company
of stars
B. L. Bruce
hope
the
ship’s
light
B. L. Bruce
desert
nightfall
sleep comes
with moonlight
B. L. Bruce
By Nicoletta Ignatti
bombed house—
in every room
a new green lawn
Nicoletta Ignatti
night in the garden—
in our memories
scent
of jasmine
Nicoletta Ignatti
olive tree plantation—
the cold wind sings
among the silver branches
Nicoletta Ignatti
our steps slow
as he tells the story—
winter
sun
Nicoletta Ignatti
spring snow thaw—
melting slowly
my old pain
Nicoletta Ignatti
By Herb Tate
snow moon
a well-lit face
in
the diner window
Herb Tate
clear water
a stone through a memory
of
a ripple
Herb Tate
alarm clock
the time that tells
when
the rooster crows
Herb Tate
By Nancy Brady
hunt and peck
starlings cover
the
neighbor's yard
Nancy Brady
they all say
it's gas
—his
first smile
Nancy Brady
nearly spring
the days and her shadow
lengthen
Nancy Brady
black ice...
the danger of saying
the
wrong thing
Nancy Brady
By Jennifer Gurney
when the waves slow down
and the ocean rests—
evening
Jennifer Gurney
dusk—
the ideal time
moon shadow
Jennifer Gurney
hard to tell
where mountain peaks end
clouds begin
Jennifer
Gurney
quiet—
the still, small voice
between the doubt
Jennifer Gurney
By Tsanka Shishkova
sweet slumber
in the
moonlight
wings of love
Tsanka Shishkova
rising
sun
lotus recovers
after the storm
Tsanka Shishkova
By Rita R. Melissano, Ph.D.
walking barefoot
a thousand times
the
sand remembers us
Rita R. Melissano, Ph.D.
By Elena Zouain
late mowing —
no more
bees in the hive
Elena Zouain
snow moon over sea —
one more journey in solitude
Elena Zouain
By Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
an innermost flood
the landscape forever changed
when
her water broke
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
tending her garden
the woman with dementia
remembers
who's who
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
through hospital doors
the smell of earth after rain
hands
me one more day
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
she wonders aloud
what might burn through the darkness
and
asks for a star
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
By Eugeniusz Zacharski
between
silt and sleet
carp
season
Eugeniusz Zacharski
periodic table
the stars that flow
through
us
Eugeniusz Zacharski
By Alvin B. Cruz
heavy snow
her bereavement leave
runs
out
Alvin B. Cruz
sand between my toes...
i carry the sound
of
waves
Alvin B. Cruz
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