Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Sunday, December 19, 2021

By Neena Singh

my dog and I

look for brightness

new moon


Neena Singh

By John J. Dunphy

living room

our first real Christmas tree

marked by our dog


John J. Dunphy

By Mariel Herbert

poodle dreams

a cumulus cloud

in the dark

Mariel Herbert

Saturday, December 18, 2021

By Jim Niffen

long night moon

shadows dancing on

gravel roads


Jim Niffen

By Mariangela Canzi

winter dusk

cutting onions

for my soup


Mariangela Canzi

By Louise Hopewell

bare maple

a tiny red beanie

trampled in mud

Louise Hopewell

By Baisali Chatterjee Dutt

quilting...

autumn leaves

upon the grass

Baisali Chatterjee Dutt

By Pat Geyer

swedish fish swimming

in their wake they seem to jump

from gold gummy bears


Pat Geyer

By Peter Jastermsky

internet down. then. we talk


Peter Jastermsky

By Mirela Brăilean

moon landing—

a delayed flock of geese

above water

Mirela Brăilean

By Carmela Marino

low clouds

his last breath

in a handkerchief


Carmela Marino

By Cynthia Anderson

paper and pencil

I leave a trail of breadcrumbs

for the afterlife

Cynthia Anderson

By Robert Moyer

jazz club dancer

squeezed into her dress

my dreams


Robert Moyer

Friday, December 17, 2021

By Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

Winter day

Rainbow falls

on my quiet


Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

By Keith Evetts

over and over

the song

the silence

Keith Evetts

Thursday, December 16, 2021

By Helen Ogden

tattered at the toe

the stocking I hung

as a child

Helen Ogden

By Maya Daneva

dusk

the shadows of the nutcrackers

at the Christmas market

Maya Daneva

Wednesday, December 15, 2021

By Richard Bailly

monarch butterfly

delivering a message

from the great unknown


Richard Bailly

By Chen-ou Liu

old immigrant

how many Pacific waves

lap at my feet


Chen-ou Liu

By Barrie Levine

mom’s fine china

the gold rim

of an eclipse

Barrie Levine

By Manoj Sharma

wildfire . . .

the madness

of gusty winds

Manoj Sharma

Tuesday, December 14, 2021

By Joanna Ashwell

I slowly stir

amongst ancient runes

where trees sing

their branches like harps

stringing sunbeams

Joanna Ashwell

By Veronika Zora Novak

note by note . . .

a violin gathers

the last star


Veronika Zora Novak

Saturday, December 11, 2021

By Scott Wiggerman

blue spruce not blue but spruce

Scott Wiggerman

By Florin C. Ciobica

a snowplow rumbling through my nightmare


Florin C. Ciobica

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

something fishy on my plate

Roberta Beach Jacobson