Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Sunday, September 22, 2024

By Eugeniusz Zacharski

dead of night

an octopus turns off the valve

on the gas pipeline


Eugeniusz Zacharski

By Fatma Zohra Habis

isolation

alone with

artificial Intelligence

Fatma Zohra Habis

By Marjolein Rotsteeg

under the streetlight

two moths

dance away the night

Marjolein Rotsteeg


holiday abroad

a stray cat looking like mine

wants to make friends

Marjolein Rotsteeg

By Mona Bedi

forest bathing I slowly become a tree

Mona Bedi



blinking cursor —

the things I leave

unsaid


Mona Bedi

By Shawn Blair

paper airplanes

the crease at each end

of her smile

Shawn Blair

By Jennifer Isham

cancer diagnosis

writing now

with my left hand

Jennifer Isham

By Tsanka Shishkova

music

of calm water

moonlight

Tsanka Shishkova

Saturday, September 21, 2024

By M. R. Defibaugh

rolling back rights

a little wrath affixes

every clothespin

M. R. Defibaugh

By Helen Ogden

parsing the ballot

I choose choice

amongst the choices

Helen Ogden

Thursday, September 19, 2024

By Adrian Bouter

war-zone dawn the out of place pink

Adrian Bouter

By Tony Williams

in pursuit

of a butterfly

my whole life


Tony Williams



thistle

it’s obvious

you don’t want a hug

Tony Williams

By Xiaoou Chen

slow knitter

the boy outgrows his

future sweater

Xiaoou Chen

By Pravat Kumar Padhy

Anthropocene

the hard-edged debate

on plastic rock


Pravat Kumar Padhy



forest poem a child rhymes green and green

Pravat Kumar Padhy

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

do we remember

hot summers and cold winters

from our childhood?

talking about rain or shine

isn’t like it used to be

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

By Diane Webster

lake shore

leaves reattach to the aspen

on water

Diane Webster

Tuesday, September 17, 2024

By C.X. Turner

low tide

      the sandcastles

we leave behind

C.X. Turner



waterfall

dipping a toe

into the unknown

C.X. Turner

By Susan Lee Roberts

chamomile—

waiting for water to boil

I brew haiku


Susan Lee Roberts



summer hike

exploring the vastness

of the map


Susan Lee Roberts

By Sébastien Revon

without my son —

the light of dawn

always somewhere


Sébastien Revon



not the rain

but the lukewarm coffee —

end of summer


Sébastien Revon

Friday, September 13, 2024

By Paul Callus

unleashed

on an empty beach

the dog’s excitement

Paul Callus

By Bryan Rickert

father’s grave

finally telling him

what I really think

Bryan Rickert



romantic picnic

we both come away

with a tick

Bryan Rickert

By Vera Constantineau

crossroad

a day without a need

to yield

Vera Constantineau



heavy rain

swapping summer for fall

in the closet

Vera Constantineau



senior golfer

corrects his stance

at the urinal


Vera Constantineau

By Dinah Power

the pen

struggles to write

sonic booms

Dinah Power

By Kelly Sargent

French lavender bunch

the life I thought

I was bound for

Kelly Sargent



winter rain

the wisdom

of imperfection

Kelly Sargent

By Mark Forrester

beach wedding—

the flower girl gathers

broken shells


Mark Forrester



midnight rain

remembering

my mother’s voice

Mark Forrester

By Nicoletta Ignatti

moonlit sea—

all my thoughts

in the dark

Nicoletta Ignatti

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

By Stephanie Zepherelli

            pulled 

                      into 

                           another 

                                       black 

                                               hole 

                                                     nightmare

Stephanie Zepherelli



                  balance 

               amid chaos

            stacking stones

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Richard L. Matta

willow leaf

a koi practices

catch and release

Richard L. Matta



box canyon hike

a chorus of coyotes

deepens darkness

Richard L. Matta

By Vandana Parashar

coming out of woods the sudden depth of the sky

Vandana Parashar



on the periphery of night just enough space for me

Vandana Parashar



carbon dating am I too old to bond

Vandana Parashar



deep in dhyana

thud of a newspaper

outside my door

Vandana Parashar