Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Friday, August 2, 2024

By Mark Forrester

reading nursery rhymes—

I pause

where my mother paused


Mark Forrester

By John Zheng

tornado then blue sky then family albums in the rubbles

John Zheng


 

golden grass in flying manes chasing our car

John Zheng

By Barrie Levine

summer week

all the bedrooms filled

in grandma’s house

Barrie Levine


 

city heat . . .

all-day panting

in the dog park

Barrie Levine

By Susan Burch

nudist my mascara streaking

Susan Burch

By Sharon Ferrante

midnight dip

how warm

the fondue

Sharon Ferrante



I get too close

then he leaves me

owl on the lamppost

Sharon Ferrante



shhhh…

says the wind

to the reeds

Sharon Ferrante

By Brad Bennett

false spring

a trail newly closed

for restoration

Brad Bennett

By Biswajit Mishra

summing up

evolution

a butterfly

Biswajit Mishra



peace talk

warring factions

share a lunch

Biswajit Mishra



things we left

unsaid

day moon

Biswajit Mishra

By Susan Pope

Her invisible childhood friend

Where is she now?

Still by her side

Susan Pope

By Daniela Misso

autumn rain –

grandma's sewing machine

silent in the corner

Daniela Misso



short night –

a station master's whistle

in the distance

Daniela Misso



I go back

to see the rubble

silence of stars

Daniela Misso

 

 

sea foam . . .

fleeting memories

take shape

Daniela Misso

By Mike Gallagher

more distant

lighthouse beams dancing

on the waves

Mike Gallagher

Thursday, August 1, 2024

By Kimberly Kuchar

glittering scales . . .

a flying fish skates

on the edge of two worlds

Kimberly Kuchar



braided river

I can't be everywhere

at once

Kimberly Kuchar



moonless night

I don’t want to walk this road

without you

Kimberly Kuchar



      cloud    seeding 


each                       word 


    brings me closer

          t   o         t

                       e

                 a

                       r  

                 s

Kimberly Kuchar



sideways rain

you always know

just what to say

Kimberly Kuchar

By Vandana Parashar

soundless rain

his story dies

with him

Vandana Parashar

By Bryan Rickert

drought moss

not as resilient

as I used to be

Bryan Rickert



high tide

I, too, feel the pull

of this moon

Bryan Rickert



telling me more

than I needed to know

old country song

Bryan Rickert

By Neena Singh

late summer

pink roses fade

petal by petal


Neena Singh

By J. D. Nelson

long day low battery charge your phone now


J. D. Nelson



daylight fades a cautious young deer crosses at the crosswalk


J. D. Nelson



near dusk a crow caws twice as it flies over the apartments


J. D. Nelson



caught in a torrential downpour nothing like wet socks

J. D. Nelson

Tuesday, July 30, 2024

By Emil Karla

under water

the drifting view

of a steady log


Emil Karla

By Richard Bailly

climbing tall grass

beckoning butterflies

prairie rose

Richard Bailly

By Konstantin Yakimchuk

on the window glass

thunderous voices of drums

rainstorm at midnight

Konstantin Yakimchuk

Monday, July 29, 2024

By Mircea Moldovan

summer night

a cricket dies

singing

Mircea Moldovan

By Tuyet Van Do

a new winter

a new journey

without you

Tuyet Van Do

Saturday, July 27, 2024

By Sophia Conway

canal flood

riverbanks burst to the thundering

applause of rain


Sophia Conway



Venetian cappuccino

a smoother froth on these

ancient waters

Sophia Conway




 

Raindrop

Sophia Conway

Friday, July 26, 2024

By Zoran Doderović

baby sparrow

feathers and heartbeats

on my palm

Zoran Doderović

By Lakshman Bulusu

clouds —

   trees bow down

   into the pool of their shade


clouds —

    green whispers,

    “peace here”

Lakshman Bulusu

By Jake Williams

Silver Birch bark

Holds its own secrets

In Autumnal rain


Jake Williams

Thursday, July 25, 2024

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

sandy path

where the rain fell

her faded footprints

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

By Pitt Büerken

one strike

most of the flies

now gone


Pitt Büerken

By Julianne Carlile

on purple thistle

a bumblebee lulled and still

sun slips heaven sways

Julianne Carlile

Monday, July 22, 2024

By Oscar Luparia

sunrise

even on the wall

a scent of beauty

words and image Oscar Luparia