Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Thursday, September 5, 2024

By Chen-ou Liu

forest bathing

I follow the footsteps

of my inner child

Chen-ou Liu



fiftieth birthday

halfway to the summit

in silence

Chen-ou Liu



gnarled roots

the family stories

left untold

Chen-ou Liu

By Gary D. Grossman

As hours darken

a lone candle is the guide

wax drips on a hand

Gary D. Grossman

By Tuyet Van Do

Buddha's Day festival

guarding the temple entrance

dragon statues


Tuyet Van Do

By Govind Joshi

new restaurant

the menu

in the mailbox

Govind Joshi

By Ravi Kiran

lighting up

the silence between us

fireflies

Ravi Kiran



Loch Ness

these things below

a calm surface

Ravi Kiran

By Richard Bailly

running out

of tales to tell

driftwood

Richard Bailly



midnight

closing in

foghorn

Richard Bailly

By Timothy Daly

Dad’s birthday remembering the forget-me-nots


Timothy Daly

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

journey back home

I turn off the air conditioner

and open the car window

to feel the fragrance

of the rural summer herbs

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By John J. Dunphy

birding walk

a cardinal provides

the soundtrack for

our first kiss

John J. Dunphy



swimming match

winner's face wet

with tears

John J. Dunphy

By Joshua St. Claire

high-rise

the ventral architecture

of stinkbugs


Joshua St. Claire

By Christa Pandey

wave after wave

crashing on rocks

constant back pain


Christa Pandey



outdoor café

crow and sparrow

eye the same cake crumbs


Christa Pandey

By Douglas J. Lanzo

driftwood turtles

currents of our lives

part undersea


Douglas J. Lanzo

Wednesday, September 4, 2024

By Robert Epstein

all-night storm

too long, the poem

about nothing

Robert Epstein

By Joan McNerney

What discus player

threw a tangerine moon on

top of Main Street?

Joan McNerney



silent

cold

dark sky

moon flowering

Joan McNerney

By John Hawkhead

ghost orchids

no matter what I do

everyone dies

John Hawkhead

By Francoise Maurice

the world

is in distress

carpet of flowers

Francoise Maurice

By Jennifer Gurney

feels like a second

from the first turned leaf

till the rush

of Halloween-Thanksgiving-

Christmas-New Years

Jennifer Gurney



in the middle

of five living generations

I see forever

Jennifer Gurney

 

 

snuggled in his chair

my brother on one side

and I on the other

Dad in between us

reading

Jennifer Gurney

By Pitt BĂĽerken

supermarket

the expensive goods

at eye level


Pitt BĂĽerken



my sister

tells me about the past

and I get

a completely different image

of my parents

Pitt BĂĽerken