Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Monday, December 2, 2024

By Katie Montagna

in slow motion

two desert tortoises

cross the road


Katie Montagna

By Stephanie Zepherelli

junk mail

the same old stuff

i tell myself


Stephanie Zepherelli



act four

dancing alone

with shadows

Stephanie Zepherelli



multiple personas

a stack of hats

perfectly balanced

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Alexis Rotella

I wanted to pass on

to the other world

and then it started –

the slow fall

of gingko leaves

Alexis Rotella

 



of the hug I offer he takes half
 

Alexis Rotella

By Nicoletta Ignatti

broken toy –

in the email the news

we don't want

Nicoletta Ignatti



there is no solution

to our problem –

wild blueberries

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Susan Burch

sticking your finger

in a wall socket –

how you keep

testing me

to see if I really love you

Susan Burch

By Robert Kingston

hazy morning

this life is all about

mirrored reflections

Robert Kingston

By Sondra J. Byrnes

a rapper

from the pueblo

his own drum

Sondra J. Byrnes



yesterday starting over again tomorrow


Sondra J. Byrnes

By Kimberly Kuchar

frozen waterfall

the words I scream

inside my head


Kimberly Kuchar

By Neena Singh

before she enters the scent of lavender

Neena Singh



early winter a small gloved hand in mine

Neena Singh

 

By Vandana Parashar

betraying

all my coming and goings

unoiled hinges
 

Vandana Parashar



election flyer

cleaning dog poop

from my shoe

Vandana Parashar

Friday, November 29, 2024

By Mark Gilbert

swallows and leaves the shape of the year

Mark Gilbert

 

 

between the scarf

and the parka

a sliver of sunlight

Mark Gilbert


 

drawing circles

around rectangles

an owl’s geometry

Mark Gilbert

By Michael Nickels-Wisdom

away 

 

all 

 

little 

 

yellow 

 

leaf 

 

life 

 

boats 


Michael Nickels-Wisdom


every

day

every

thing

balanced

upon the

foundations

of the

earth

Michael Nickels-Wisdom

By Marjolein Rotsteeg

cackling geese —

will we ever listen

to climate scientists?

Marjolein Rotsteeg


 

foggy night

the muffled screech

of a barn owl

Marjolein Rotsteeg


 

whispering leaves

uncovering

your secret

Marjolein Rotsteeg

By Alvin B. Cruz

day moon

the fear of being known

inside out

Alvin B. Cruz



on a train looking out

the window

I wonder

how much of life

has passed me by

Alvin B, Cruz

By Janet Krauss

Some days

are pieces

of paper

that crumple up

and blow away

Janet Krauss

By Nicoletta Ignatti

crushed almonds –

all my childhood

in pieces


Nicoletta Ignatti

By Lakshman Bulusu

fountain spray

reaches the clouds

one more dream fulfilled

Lakshman Bulusu

By Tuyet Van Do

Orange sun

outside the nursing home

paramedic sirens

Tuyet Van Do

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

the long drive home ...

just Patsy Cline

and me


Joseph P. Wechselberger


crescent moon

a field of purple cauliflower

waiting for harvest

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Meera Rehm

autumn park bench

my lonely sigh disappears

into wind

Meera Rehm

By M. R. Pelletier

dark skies

leaves drop to the bench

where I read

M. R. Pelletier

Thursday, November 28, 2024

By Sharon Ferrante

still wishing—

the shiny things

in a dried up well

Sharon Ferrante

By Sarah Mahina Calvello

A crow

Covers the moon

For a moment

Sarah Mahina Calvello

By Stephanie Zepherelli

earth shoes when we were one

Stephanie Zepherelli



the last rung on the ladder floodwaters

Stephanie Zpherelli



embroidered birds

on her pillow

flying away

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Sarah Paris

the children

bury their dolls

autumn leaves

Sarah Paris



election night

even the Halloween ghosts

look scared

Sarah Paris

By Biswajit Mishra

night by night

how I age

crescent moon

Biswajit Mishra



my enigma

when I have nothing

to do

I have no time

for anything

Biswajit Mishra

By Vandana Parashar

living in the moment

a cloud becomes

rain

Vandana Parashar



wind through a crack

the flowers

arrange themselves

Vandana Parashar



night bus

every head rolled

to side

Vandana Parashar



the world without a word winter woods

Vandana Parashar

By Nalini Shetty

ferry crossing

the river water churns

underneath us

I hold tight to the rail

and your unspoken words

Nalini Shetty



saffron robes

flutter in the breeze

Ganges twilight

 behind you a silhouette

 I can’t reach

Nalini Shetty