Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Sunday, September 19, 2021

By Kat Lehmann

chipmunk gang in the garden eating August
 

Kat Lehmann

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

November what’s left of the scarecrow


Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Alvin B. Cruz

walking in the rain we long for the rain


Alvin B. Cruz

By Hifsa Ashraf

high swings I lend my blues to the sky

Hifsa Ashraf

By Florin C. Ciobica

snow geese honking through my beauty sleep


Florin C. Ciobica

Saturday, September 18, 2021

By Stephen Toft

the deep blue

eyes of the man

washed ashore 


Stephen Toft

Friday, September 17, 2021

By Kelly Sauvage

squash blossoms the ripening of desire

Kelly Sauvage

By Joanna Ashwell

a turn

in the river

wildflowers ahead


Joanna Ashwell

By Stephen Toft

winter stars

i counted

the words we spoke

on one hand


Stephen Toft

By Helen Ogden

night walk

the stray cat and I

sharing stars

Helen Ogden

By Michael Morell

after the storm

the beauty

of her resilience
 

Michael Morell

Thursday, September 16, 2021

By Stephen Toft

blue skies

the test pilot blows

a smoke ring


Stephen Toft

By Carmela Marino

test results

the shadow of a flight

mows flowers


Carmela Marino

Wednesday, September 15, 2021

By Louise Hopewell

the swing dangles

by a single chain

lockdown fatigue


Louise Hopewell

By Cynthia Anderson

gathering clouds—

unsure if memory

still serves


Cynthia Anderson

By Radhamani Sarma

playing dice

mouthful

of prediction

Radhamani Sarma

By Kyoko Bengala

intimacy

veils of melancholy

turn yellow 


Kyoko Bengala

By Samo Kreutz

cold autumn

trembling in the rain

the sound of a bell

Samo Kreutz

By Surashree Joshi

deep woods

I go to meet

myself


Surashree Joshi

By Joanna Ashwell

a starless night

I make my own

kind of wonder

Joanna Ashwell

By Stephen Toft

a cello left

in the school gym…

winter dusk


Stephen Toft

By Krzysztof Kokot

old post office

I still haven't sent a letter

to you


Krzysztof Kokot

By Mirela Brăilean

empty shell

the truth

which I still hide

Mirela Brăilean

By Kelly Sauvage

southern heat the bristle of a gentleman’s whiskers

Kelly Sauvage

By Christopher Peys

stress fracture —

this paper spine breaks

as our favorite story unfolds
 

Christopher Peys

By Michael Morell

mudroom

remnants of the road

remnants of me


Michael Morell

By Maria Teresa Sisti

autumn moon

silent another summer

walks away
 

Maria Teresa Sisti

By Zahra Mughis

heat island

kids next door

plant a tree

Zahra Mughis