Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Saturday, September 7, 2024

By Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

soon to break open

with what she hasn't yet said

the thundering sky

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

By Mike Fainzilber

zazen

an owl

in the rain

Mike Fainzilber

By Susan Burch

second opinion

making my husband

smell the milk

Susan Burch

By Peter Jastermsky

every night the same pillow i deviate from

Peter Jastermsky



when the day depends on the strength of tea bags


Peter Jastermsky

By Natalye Childress

surrounded, yet alone

          in a place where it

hurts to walk away

Natalye Childress

By Janet Ruth

shattering

morning silence

the donkey's complaint

Janet Ruth

By Katie Montagna

low tide—

puppy's sandy prints

on my jeans

Katie Montagna

Thursday, September 5, 2024

By Alaka Y

lack of sheep

I spend the night

counting past mistakes

Alaka Y



pink slip

watching a backyard bird

anew

Alaka Y

By Jovana Dragojlovic

moon rise...

crossing a threshold of

dream world

Jovana Dragojlovic

By j rap

American sunlight –

the bricklayer bathed

in his homeland’s tunes


j rap



church steps

from a bundle of blankets

a quiet cough


j rap

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