street light
the distant echo
of
a birthday party
Françoise Maurice
every so often
through the clouds
the
Moon
Françoise Maurice
Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier
Monday, July 15, 2024
By Marilyn Ashbaugh
jam
session
a cupboard lined
with mason jars
Marilyn
Ashbaugh
the
daisies
say it best
morning sun
Marilyn Ashbaugh
By M. R. Pelletier
Space station—
who hears the mouse’s
frightened squeak?
M. R. Pelletier
Kitchen window—
a stray dog
in the front yard
M. R. Pelletier
By Nisha Raviprasad
sunflowers
my shadow and I
move
around
Nisha Raviprasad
broken vase
I bottle my tears
once
again
Nisha Raviprasad
By Jovana Dragojlovic
after all this time...
chocolate donut
touches
my lips
Jovana Dragojlovic
somewhere else...
sounds like a place without
any
problem
Jovana Dragojlovic
Sunday, July 14, 2024
By Oana Maria Cercel
tangled
in the moonlit clouds
my
sobriety
Oana Maria Cercel
missing you
another morning
lasts
a year
Oana Maria Cercel
hazy
hills
Oana
Maria Cercel
By Timothy Daly and Oana Maria Cercel
alone
in the crowd
nameless
tree
words Timothy Daly
image Oana Maria Cercel
Saturday, July 13, 2024
By Keith Evetts
in the night
croaks from the old pond
all
alike
Keith Evetts
where they think
great Caesar crossed the Thames
...just
the moon
Keith Evetts
By Chen-ou Liu
the door slammed shut ...
my world without her shrinks
to
a tv screen
Chen-ou Liu
the door
open to blue skies
in the stillness
a caged eagle and I
become
one
Chen-ou Liu
By Suraj Nanu
delayed monsoon
the heft of rice seeds
in
the burlap sacks
Suraj Nanu
long distance call . . .
a winter butterfly
darts
from the bucket
Suraj Nanu
By Alvin B. Cruz
folding
paper dolls
mother tells me
what it means
to
be a man
Alvin B. Cruz
his twin sons
coming out
double
rainbow
Alvin B. Cruz
enough
said soundless wind chimes
Alvin B. Cruz
By Robert Witmer
a stone bench
warm with sun
the
cat my mother loved
Robert Witmer
self help
the clerk at the bookstore
points
to the bottom shelf
Robert Witmer
lost in thought
a dandelion seed
in
the wind
Robert Witmer
war graves
the silence
of
forgetful flags
Robert Witmer
By Jennifer Gurney
softly it falls
so gentle it’s a whisper–
first spring rain
Jennifer Gurney
planting 15
white Columbine
one
for each life lost
Jennifer Gurney
the candle’s scent
gently follows me upstairs
tucking
me into bed
Jennifer Gurney
washed clean
by the river
my
heart
Jennifer Gurney
By Helen Ogden
solstice moon
I give the clouds
a
talking to
Helen Ogden
Juneteenth
black workers on overtime
at
the country club
Helen Ogden
the time it takes
the time it doesn't
first
rose
Helen Ogden
By Sharon Ferrante
witch’s
ritual
she gives a bow
to
morning mist
Sharon Ferrante
burning sage
a crow cleans his wings
in
the rain
Sharon Ferrante
old brooms
we talk about
our
travels
Sharon Ferrante
By Milan Rajkumar
this
dream ...
cape jasmine petals falling
on my sick bed
Milan Rajkumar
cycle
of life—
planting rice seedlings
in ancestors' field
Milan Rajkumar
summer
dawn
a glimpse of heaven
on the still pond
Milan
Rajkumar
Friday, July 12, 2024
By Bryan Rickert
nettle field
the deer know
a
way through
Bryan Rickert
to the bottom
of the sinkhole and back
butterfly
Bryan Rickert
all day hike
I emerge
human
again
Bryan
Rickert
By Barrie Levine
no end
to the midday heat . . .
corn
maze
Barrie Levine
skipping
stones repeating our mistakes
Barrie Levine
beach
walk the permanence of trash
Barrie Levine
By Tom Blessing
old raven
seems content
watching the sun set
into the broken
water
Tom Blessing
beneath
her hat a sadness in her eyes
Tom Blessing
starlight
the distant rumble
of
a log truck
Tom Blessing
By Chad Lee Robinson
the mare's gentle breathing . . .
what I've only ever told
the
wind
Chad Lee Robinson
birds singing
in the dark before dawn . . .
their names elude me
but I know yours
and
you know mine
Chad Lee Robinson
home from the vet--
the sound of my feet
alone
in the leaves
Chad Lee Robinson
By Mona Bedi
summer
breeze
the girl in a red dress
lets out a yawn
Mona
Bedi
bonsai
all my shortcomings
Mona Bedi
rose
prickles
nothing comes easy
in this life
Mona Bedi
By Kelly Sargent
when
I was seen wild irises
Kelly Sargent
the shadows
of summer
homeless
tents
Kelly Sargent
wishing fountain
no matter
how many coins I toss. . .
my prayers
caught
in the downspout
Kelly Sargent
By Mark Forrester
evening
calm
on the river
a kayaker talks to his dog
Mark
Forrester
water
rushing
through our mountain cabin
its echo
Mark Forrester
mountain
trail—
thin clouds weaving
between black spruce
Mark
Forrester
Wednesday, July 10, 2024
Tuesday, July 9, 2024
By Michael Shoemaker
pine needle trail
draws me back
to
hidden childhood hollows
Michael Shoemaker
sunflowers and sagebrush
call pioneers
back
to
the trail
image and words Michael Shoemaker
Monday, July 8, 2024
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