Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Saturday, April 22, 2023

By Tomislav Maretić

summer stage

mosquitoes speed up

the band’s rhythm

Tomislav Maretić


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crowded train

a moth on the ceiling

gets a free ride

Tomislav Maretić

By Brad Bennett

ocean air

waves making waves

in the sand

Brad Bennett


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late winter

the shimmer

of open water

Brad Bennett

By David Josephsohn

every reunion

fewer name cards

on the table

David Josephsohn


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finally knowing

which side I’m on

garden walls

David Josephsohn

Thursday, April 20, 2023

By Mircea Moldovan

tornado

a few sepia pictures

under a rocking chair

Mircea Moldovan

Wednesday, April 19, 2023

By Sébastien Revon

4 am

the silence

in A major

Sébastien Revon

By Vasile Moldovan

rereading War and Peace

the old pages are as fresh

nowadays as before

Vasile Moldovan

By Lakshman Bulusu

roof leak

twinkle of stars

in her eyes


Lakshman Bulusu


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new moon night

in the starry silence

heartbeats

Lakshman Bulusu

Tuesday, April 18, 2023

By David Kāwika Eyre

by starlight…

these days of

the hereafter

David Kāwika Eyre

By Joanna Ashwell

summer fair

someone forgot

to tell the rain


Joanna Ashwell

By Michelle V. Alkerton

bent nails

the clink inside

a beggar’s cup


Michelle V. Alkerton

By Sreenath

earthen pot 

the lady pours cool water

into my cupped hands

Sreenath

By Madisen Bellon

comet dances down

spitting fire, ash, and stardust

imprints on earth’s skin.


Madisen Bellon

By Govind Joshi

after the blossoms

bees too arrive

on the plum tree

Govind Joshi

By Hassane Zemmouri

amber scent...

on a fasting evening

a deep prayer

could it

erase all the sorrow?

Hassane Zemmouri

By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

spring breeze –

 on the easel

 the buds bloom

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

By Ron Scully

nightingale

if I might have this dance

I would sing with you


Ron Scully

Sunday, April 16, 2023

By Paul Callus

monologue

beside my mother’s grave

I share the latest news
 

Paul Callus

By Vivien Eliades

Maundy Thursday bells

we walk the local footpaths

admiring poppies


Vivien Eliades