Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Tuesday, October 1, 2024

By M. R. Pelletier

Hushed conversations—

sparrows listen

from the eaves

M. R. Pelletier

By Ravi Kiran

when and where

to stop

eulogy

Ravi Kiran

By Oscar Luparia

harvest moon

with all my wishes

in the little well


Oscar Luparia

By Jovana Dragojlovic

summer breeze

fluttering dandelions

on her skirt


Jovana Dragojlovic

Monday, September 30, 2024

By Daipayan Nair

escorting

a ladybug to my door

twilight breeze

Daipayan Nair

By Rupa Anand

lady birds

skirting a birdbath

autumn rain

Rupa Anand

By Mircea Moldovan

death journey

suddenly interrupted...

door wide open


Mircea Moldovan

Sunday, September 29, 2024

By Debbie Strange


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

fast fashion

the roses have had

their day

image and words Debbie Strange

Saturday, September 28, 2024

By Pris Campbell

blue moon...

Elvis dolls swivel

at Graceland

Pris Campbell

By Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

graveyard —

a part of the circle

not colored

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi



granite boulder

removing all outside

the Buddha


Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

By Suzanne Leaf-Brock

yellow prayer shawl

my friend’s fingers

grace each stitch

Suzanne Leaf-Brock

By Lakshman Bulusu

     a blade of grass

     swaying in the wind

      the delicacy of dance

Lakshman Bulusu

By Jharna Sanyal

black tea

sharing the evening

with home bound crows

Jharna Sanyal

By Wanda Amos

abandoned factory...

brightened by graffiti

and dandelions

dancing

between potholes

Wanda Amos


 

under

the

dark

moon

night

stalker

image and words Wanda Amos

By Sarah Mahina Calvello

Blooming camellias

Red and velvet lit

By afternoon sun

Sarah Mahina Calvello

By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

a vase

of gifted sunflowers

borrowed light

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury



always singing

the wrong note right

music lesson

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

By Monica Kakkar

for days in a row

origami everywhere . . .

it’s raining bullfrogs

Monica Kakkar

Friday, September 27, 2024

By Sharon Martina

years since

my last confession

pouring rain

Sharon Martina



afternoon snooze

the gentle sway

of a hammock

Sharon Martina