Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Wednesday, June 12, 2024

By Govind Joshi

summer fair

children chasing

soap bubbles

Govind Joshi



story

within a story

this life

Govind Joshi

By Todd Matson

my sweet baby girls –

they are no longer babies

and not always sweet

Todd Matson

 

 

his philanthropy –

the gifts he kept on giving

for his vanity

Todd Matson



unconditional –

the love of a little dog

is God spelled backward

Todd Matson

By Ravi Kiran

rush hour

the manoeuvrability

of an ambulance

Ravi Kiran



between a beard

and the grey moustache

a few missing teeth

Ravi Kiran



Alzheimer’s

her favourite dress

for the first time

Ravi Kiran



what are the odds

of meeting you again

shooting star

Ravi Kiran

By j rap

escaping

through fence pickets

wildflower seeds


j rap

 



you pick out things

from my hair

lovebug


j rap



By Alvin B. Cruz

words we said too late lilacs

Alvin B. Cruz



insomnia

yesterday’s rain

still falling

Alvin B. Cruz



rain after a long drought mother’s remission

Alvin B. Cruz

By Patricia Carragon

buds sprout

on maple trees

cat in deep sleep

Patricia Carragon

By Nancy Brady

spring evening

seeping though the window

the skunk's scent


Nancy Brady

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

taking a nap

with eyes closed

seeing everything

Stephen Jarrell Williams



an old man

gazing up to heaven

wondering when
 

Stephen Jarrell Williams



children singing

on the mountaintops

pleading with us

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Tomislav Maretić

deserted streets –

birdsong fills

the silence

Tomislav Maretić

By Vandana Parashar

buried nuts

how easy it is

to be forgotten

Vandana Parashar

By Pitt Büerken

shitty day

she holds herself

to the drinking straw


Pitt Büerken




really

that can’t be true

indeed

what’s to be seen

seems incredible


Pitt Büerken

By Steve Van Allen

winds pick up at sunset

sign of a coming front

wet whispers of rain

Steve Van Allen

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

By Anthony Ward

Exodus of toads,

Crossing my path,

I part my feet

Anthony Ward



Leave me be said the tree rather quite deciduously

Anthony Ward

By Richard Bailly

arc of a missile

children playing leapfrog

schoolyard

Richard Bailly

By David He

deserted temple

a stone Buddha drowns

in the moonlight

David He



dim moonlight...

the rain ripples

in a beggar's bowl

David He

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

minimalistic lifestyle

still

cluttered pages

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Jennifer Gurney

migrating geese —

nature's universal sign

that life goes on

Jennifer Gurney

By M. R. Pelletier

Closed wings—

   the butterfly disappears

   into a tree

M. R. Pelletier