Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Monday, July 10, 2023

By Rupa Anand

from the dawn light

of these woods

she flies 

into the tamarind tree  

to feed her chick . . .

Rupa Anand

By Ruth Happel

lines of geese honk

flying north with the sun

rush hour

Ruth Happel

 

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whole world in snail’s shell

pulled behind him everywhere

living the van life

Ruth Happel

By Ram Chandran

starlit night

I tell my children

the stories grandma told me

Ram Chandran

Saturday, July 8, 2023

By Mark Forrester

night heron

still hunting

the day moon

Mark Forrester

By Mark Gilbert

a bee, hovering

dangling her legs

in the buzz


Mark Gilbert

Friday, July 7, 2023

By evan coram

who I was and long to be

adrift

clouds with shadows

evan coram


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through oak boughs

the porch light

on and off

evan coram

By Mona Bedi

not sure if I want to be reborn mayflies

Mona Bedi

By Chen-ou Liu

morning mist

layered on the river ...

this floating life

Chen-ou Liu


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the departure door

closed between mother and me ...

fifteen years later

surging waves, one continent

and English separate us

Chen-ou Liu

By Beate Sigriddaughter

First lizard this year

on the mountain trail, tiny,

resolute. Yay spring.

Beate Sigriddaughter

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

Merlot sky

we renew our vows

25 years after

Steliana Cristina Voicu

Wednesday, July 5, 2023

By Robert Witmer

daybreak

stars spilling into the sea

lost in sleep

Robert Witmer

By Robert Frede Kenter

Window dressing

       Putting brand new clothing on

Empty ideas


Robert Frede Kenter

Tuesday, July 4, 2023

By JL Huffman

contrail

em

dash

punctuates

the

sky

JL Huffman

By J. D. Nelson

sunflowers stand tall

above the weeds in the ditch—

raindrops on my arms

J. D. Nelson

By Janet Krauss

  Winter night

Two ducks huddle

under moonlight

Janet Krauss

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

the bittersweetness

of pomegranate seeds …

did you ever love me?

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Jennifer Gurney

Not a single

Cloud in the sky

The day opens wide

Jennifer Gurney

By John Hawkhead

full moon

the ebb and flow

of our breaths

John Hawkhead


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funeral planning

the very last time

I’ll wear a tie

John Hawkhead