Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Friday, May 27, 2022

By Mirela Brăilean

scream

of a newborn baby

over noise of bombs



Mirela Brăilean

By Antonio Mangiameli

first kiss

the fresh taste

of chewing-gum



Antonio Mangiameli

By David He

moonlight

a stray dog

follows my bike


David He

By John Hawkhead

obituary column

my old teacher’s name

in the register


John Hawkhead

By Kamrun Nahar

for every experiment

we choose…

a monkey


Kamrun Nahar

By Ram Chandran

receding waves

wipe out all the footprints...

his dementia



Ram Chandran

Tuesday, May 24, 2022

By Alvin B. Cruz

anger management my father's broken pencils

 

Alvin B. Cruz

By David He

hazy moon...

Dad's tobacco smoke

mists my face


David He

Monday, May 23, 2022

By Alvin B. Cruz

softly falling rain

we look out

the same window

in opposite

directions


Alvin B. Cruz

Saturday, May 21, 2022

By Nani Mariani

full moon

the deepest silence of the night

in your grave



Nani Mariani

By Shane Huey

waxing gibbous moon

dangling on the edge of space

the fullness of life


Shane Huey

By Lafcadio

clothes

flung on the floor

summer heat


Lafcadio

By Yash Seyedbagheri

Truck sputters exhaust

front seat replete with crushed Coors

lilac scent long gone


Yash Seyedbagheri

Thursday, May 19, 2022

By John Grey

solitary pawn

alone on a chessboard

where are all the others?


John Grey

Wednesday, May 18, 2022

By Tina Mowrey

mayfly down

may day

may day


Tina Mowrey

By JL Huffman

overdue

family gathering

sweeter than pie
 

JL Huffman

By Angiola Inglese

winds of war

in front of the moon

wisp of smoke


Angiola Inglese

By Corey D. Cook

lockdown

me

and my shadow


Corey D. Cook

By Samo Kreutz

deserted cottage...

those days I wasn't afraid

to dream


Samo Kreutz

By Douglas J. Lanzo

fading with sunset

line of refugees

blends into next day


Douglas J. Lanzo

By Hemapriya Chellappan

city morning bustle a pigeon’s bright red toes


Hemapriya Chellappan

By Kamrun Nahar

pair...

most often

we use for shoes


Kamrun Nahar

By Ken Slaughter

one way out

the train

I didn’t take


Ken Slaughter

By Krzysztof Kokot

Radetzky March

old gentleman suddenly

opens his eyes


Krzysztof Kokot

By Anette Chaney

blue-eyed grass labels don't define me


Anette Chaney

By Lafcadio

ocean breeze

the taste of salt

on your lips


Lafcadio

By R. Gerry Fabian

Late afternoon sun

casts elongated shadows—

burnt brown grass


R. Gerry Fabian

By Refika Dedić

month

of shame

without occurrence


Refika Dedić