Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Wednesday, March 20, 2024

By Lorraine Caputo

Of what are people

dreaming that moment they die

in the throes of sleep?

Lorraine Caputo

By David Ngo

fireworks shoot

exploding everywhere in the sky—

memory's trigger

David Ngo

By Sarah Mahina Calvello

Cul de sac

Bathed in moonlight is the perfect

Meeting place


Sarah Mahina Calvello

By Xiaoou Chen

frog in well

admiring the moon

two circles


Xiaoou Chen

By Anthony Lusardi

autumn rain

a groundhog

digs another hole

Anthony Lusardi

By Janet Krauss

The sun disappears

across the water

leaving a pallor of grief

Janet Krauss

By John J. Dunphy

his latest composition

guitarist sings while facing

a headstone

John J. Dunphy

By Adrian Bouter

child's drawing

his stars

above God

Adrian Bouter

By Kavita Ratna

spotlight

makeup covers

a black eye

Kavita Ratna

By Kerry J Heckman

in front of the fire cracking open a new book

Kerry J Heckman

By Tim Dwyer

backyard in Brooklyn

last autumn’s maple leaves

by the cyclone fence—

bare branches now full

with the song of many birds


Tim Dwyer

Monday, March 18, 2024

By John J. Dunphy

I blinked and missed it

the present

became the past


John J. Dunphy



alley drinkers

veterans of different wars share

the same bottle

John J. Dunphy

By Joshua St. Claire

gold leaf

I page

through Keats

Joshua St. Claire



Verdi's A

a house wren

plucking a cosmic string

Joshua St. Claire



nothing more to see here waning crescent moon

Joshua St. Claire



color theory

the changing waves

of sky, sea, and shell

Joshua St. Claire



whitecaps

universes come into existence

then collapse

Joshua St. Claire

Friday, March 15, 2024

By Bryan Rickert

never

a moment of rest

all night

alone in this room

with a mosquito

Bryan Rickert



leaf fall losing another reason to stay

Bryan Rickert

 

 

between waves the piper’s tiny cry

 
Bryan Rickert

By J. D. Nelson

arctic blast day two

agoraphobia mixed

with cabin fever


J. D. Nelson



I take out the trash

& look up to see the moon

seems full but it’s not

J. D. Nelson



halfway thru winter

the young man across the hall

lets his front door slam

J. D. Nelson

Tuesday, March 12, 2024

By Tuyet Van Do

underground rumbles ...

on the cracked pavements

deserted vehicles

Tuyet Van Do

By Jovana Dragojlovic

evening

river of cars

flows slowly


Jovana Dragojlovic



winter evening

winds whisper a song

of the frost


Jovana Dragojlovic

By Zdenka Mlinar

and this March

is a prisoner

war madness —

in the gardens

only ashes


Zdenka Mlinar

~~


i ovaj ožujak

je zarobljenik

  ratnog ludila

u vrtovima

samo pepeo


Zdenka Mlinar



Spring

on a meadow

of my childhood

a bouquet of daisies

for mom

Zdenka Mlinar


~~


proljeće

na livadi

mojeg djetinjstva —

buket tratinčica

za mamu

Zdenka Mlinar


By Wanda Amos

flashing lights

on the wet road

a soul lost

Wanda Amos

By Partha Sarkar

At night

A firefly with its light..

My thoughts

Very often get the address

To send a letter to my inertia.

Partha Sarkar

By Vandana Parashar

fifty-eight

the age my father

never reached

Vandana Parashar



therapy

lying on my back

watching the sky

Vandana Parashar

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

news on TV

choosing to write about

pink tulips

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Surya Nes

Climate change


melting ice

Iceberg Alley

is a dead end

Surya Nes

Saturday, March 9, 2024

By Mike Fainzilber

staring at the moon

trying to find

your reflection

Mike Fainzilber



love thy enemy

the one

I married

Mike Fainzilber



after the parting

sunrise and sunset

in grayscale

Mike Fainzilber



cloth on cloth

so near

too far…

Mike Fainzilber



what a view, you say

I see

only you

Mike Fainzilber



a haiku dream

when the soul

meets itself

Mike Fainzilber

By Mariangela Canzi

sudden truce —

hanging wash

over the rubble

Mariangela Canzi



lonely conch the exile's blues

Mariangela Canzi



words float

in my mind...

new Beatles song


Mariangela Canzi

By Mike Gallagher

a scream

the dim moon bringing life

to darkness


Mike Gallagher



that day

when the world changed forever

what I was doing


Mike Gallagher



drunken melee

several cases of assault

brewing

Mike Gallagher

By Maya Daneva

snowy March

the creaking sound of little boots…

egg hunt begins


Maya Daneva



smooth talk…

I rinse off the wild clams

for third time

Maya Daneva

By Michael Smith

in the clear still pool

of your haiku I have seen

my own reflection

Michael Smith