Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Monday, August 26, 2024

By Timothy Daly

cold tea my life wasted on work

 
Timothy Daly

 




no less lovely

than the roses

. . . daisies


image and words Timothy Daly

By Stephen Toft

winter stars

gritting the road

to the hospice

Stephen Toft



cirrus cloud

a wisp of sheep’s fleece

on the wire fence


Stephen Toft

By Joshua St. Claire

pink oleander

the scent of sunset

sings me into the sound

Joshua St. Claire



the ocean reveals

its colors 

dusk waves

Joshua St. Claire

By Tony Williams

skimming stone…

our home

in the universe


Tony Williams



tell me your name—

twisty blue

and purple thing


Tony Williams

By M. R. Pelletier

Heat wave—

   thanking the oaks

   that line the street

M. R. Pelletier



Recess—

   the schoolyard sparrows

   hide


M. R. Pelletier

By Mark Hendrickson

empty pews

in the old chapel

deadwood

Mark Hendrickson



my road trip with you

rolling down route 66

tumbleweeds

Mark Hendrickson

By Robert Witmer

parallel lives

a wormhole

in the first apple

Robert Witmer



a bird

sipping rain

from a worn-out shoe

Robert Witmer

By Wanda Amos

ancient swamp now desert

emerging from dust

dinosaurs

Wanda Amos




no escape…

a bad dream

on replay

image and words Wanda Amos

Saturday, August 24, 2024

By Anthony Ward

Finding a moth

Glued to the condensation

I reflect upon death

Anthony Ward

By Alvin B. Cruz

news of a friend's passing summer clouds

Alvin B. Cruz



bedtime stories

grandma reads

the palm of my hand

Alvin B. Cruz



clouds drifting further tests

Alvin B. Cruz

By Adrian Bouter

air roots

his father too

a pilot

Adrian Bouter

Friday, August 23, 2024

By Tsanka Shishkova

shining sun

after the longest night

war is over


Tsanka Shishkova



my new haiku

maybe someone already

wrote it


Tsanka Shishkova

By Nivedita Rao

wednesday morning

the chai goes cold

again

Nivedita Rao



what i was

i am not

shedded snakeskin

Nivedita Rao

Thursday, August 22, 2024

By Irena Jovanović

Petal by petal

Lotus flower blooming joy

Shiny dance of life

Irena Jovanović

By Alicia Alves

Coffee Ritual


I pour the coffee

then I stir clockwise three times

to get through the day

Alicia Alves

By JL Huffman

butterfly bush awash with wings

JL Huffman

By Nancy Brady

mountain trail

our footsteps silenced

by pine needles

Nancy Brady

By Bipasha Majumder (De)

mother's hair . . .

the sky overcast

with nimbus clouds

Bipasha Majumder (De)

Monday, August 19, 2024

By Scott Wiggerman

a bee disappears

in a purple wine cup

I follow his cue

Scott Wiggerman



deep purple dirge of elections

Scott Wiggerman



weight limits

the baggage we learn

to live without

Scott Wiggerman



disbelief

in resurrection

the many times

dead trees

come back to life

Scott Wiggerman



scavenging

old wood

for tree forts

before I knew

people live in less


Scott Wiggerman

Sunday, August 18, 2024

By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

drumstick curry

mother says mine isn't

like her mother's

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

By Steve Van Allen

overcast and chance of chickadees

Steve Van Allen



butterfly

the only thing moving

in summer heat

Steve Van Allen

By Jovana Dragojlovic

torn shoes...

so many kilometers

behind me

Jovana Dragojlovic

By Maya Daneva

salt air the haze of this geyser

Maya Daneva



fig by fig purple sunset

Maya Daneva

Friday, August 16, 2024

By Keith Evetts

rockpool

I leave the beach

right way up

Keith Evetts

By Kavita Ratna

mountain peaks

inside my shoe

a pebble

Kavita Ratna

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

By John Pappas

silvering the pond morning minnows

John Pappas



the late late show

unwilling to sleep

in an empty bed

John Pappas

 

 

climate change the dogs she follows on instagram

John Pappas

By Mircea Moldovan

foreign bodies the blue sofa in the basement

Mircea Moldovan



a wolf

barking at the moon

evening prayer

Mircea Moldovan

By Arvinder Kaur

the stubs that make a rainbow crayon sky

Arvinder Kaur



no one cries

at the pauper's funeral

windswept leaf

Arvinder Kaur



just enough strength

to blow a dandelion

hospice window

 
Arvinder Kaur