Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Friday, October 11, 2024

By Steve Van Allen

hummingbirds packing for Mexico


Steve Van Allen

By Darrell Petska

dead possum          walking


Darrell Petska



Grandma’s meander

down memory lane

lined with gravestones

Darrell Petska

By Kelly Sargent

saltwater showers the wounds in you in me

Kelly Sargent

 

By Bryan Rickert

howler monkey your bold faced lies

Bryan Rickert



long marriage

the silent treatment

of snow

Bryan Rickert

By Karen O’Leary

new widow a raven shares her song

Karen O’Leary



birdsong

never

a wrong note

Karen O’Leary

By Yasir Farooq

summer night

for every raindrop

praises to God

Yasir Farooq

By Manasa Reddy Chichili

mind excercise

learning new things

for extension of old life

Manasa Reddy Chichili



monsoon flood

a bird's cage floating

far from the sky

Manasa Reddy Chichili

By Louise Hopewell

dog park

all the owners

off leash
 

Louise Hopewell

 

 

murky pond

a child scatters crumbs

by the no feeding ducks sign


Louise Hopewell



river beach

overlapping footprints

of birdsong


Louise Hopewell

By Rupa Anand

that blush

slinking over skyscrapers

sunrise

Rupa Anand

Thursday, October 10, 2024

By Sharon Ferrante

sunken ship…

the ghostly rhythm

of her violin

Sharon Ferrante

By Mircea Moldovan

tears of saints, the thundering voice of a priest


Mircea Moldovan

By Chris Collins

scratching like crazy

FedEx arrives

with itch cream

Chris Collins

Wednesday, October 9, 2024

By Mark Hendrickson

misspent youth

if only I could

misspend it again

Mark Hendrickson

Monday, October 7, 2024

By Alexis Rotella

from one balcony to the next spider silk


Alexis Rotella

By Andrew Brindle

mountain mist

the emptiness

between us

Andrew Brindle



a silent falling

of late summer dreams

ocean rain

Andrew Brindle



all the words

we left unsaid

shrouded mountains

Andrew Brindle

By Alvin B. Cruz

finding peace

in a lonely place

desert lily

Alvin B. Cruz

By Anthony Lusardi

almost like your first love

no one gets over

their first fright

Anthony Lusardi

By Anthony Ward

Autumn evenings

Nights like spilled ink

Encapsulating memories

Anthony Ward