Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Monday, December 2, 2024

By Ruth Holzer

out the back door

in the dead of night

they'll roll me

quickly and quietly

so no one will notice

Ruth Holzer



fleeting sweetness of the world baklava

Ruth Holzer



an ant with a message I move out of the way

Ruth Holzer

By Robert Witmer

dark romance

a taste of poetry

on a bookworm's lips

Robert Witmer



evening

unleavened bread

dipped in wine

Robert Witmer

By John Masterson

dwarfing my wheelchair

circus elephants parade

through the parking lot

John Masterson

By Susan Yavaniski

hanging laundry

our discussion

on speakerphone

Susan Yavaniski



dust-to-dust

his favorite reef

a skeleton

Susan Yavaniski



voting line

I study the angles

of a jaw

Susan Yavaniski



day one

a jackhammer

going at it

Susan Yavaniski



my sweet poem

about a vine gone wild

on the borderline

til my thoughts were invaded

by Putin’s army

Susan Yavaniski

By Sébastien Revon

red traffic light—

the sudden urge

to remain there


Sébastien Revon

By Mona Bedi

first snow the shape of her breath


Mona Bedi



meditation class the weight of my thoughts


Mona Bedi



still there

on his social media

my friend’s obituary


Mona Bedi

By Shawn Blair

on full display

bones etched

by a whaler

Shawn Blair

By Katherine E Winnick

saffron moon —

a moment

of epiphany

Katherine E Winnick

By C.X. Turner

spilled wine

the ways I learned

not to speak

C.X. Turner



pumpkin soup

the earthy sweetness

of a stray seed


C.X. Turner

By M. R. Pelletier

winter solstice

my beard lengthens more quickly

than the day

M. R. Pelletier

By Bryan Rickert

every piece

chipped but loved

garage sale tea set

Bryan Rickert



home alone

my reflection

in every window

Bryan Rickert



overturned turtle

I, too, am trying

to set myself right

Bryan Rickert

By Tony Steven Williams

as the day

draws on

clouds thicken

you're clearly

up to something

Tony Steven Williams



patient eyes

adjust to the dark sky

. . . more stars emerge

 

Tony Steven Williams

By Joanne Merriam

the dust on your inheritance

his last exhale

Joanne Merriam

By Govind Joshi

his voice

the softness

of petals

Govind Joshi

By Françoise Maurice

Halloween

my dark side

for one night

Françoise Maurice

By Maurice Nevile

as it turns out

my new Disney socks

are kids' size

Maurice Nevile

By Tony Williams

pre-Christmas

a closer look

at my face in a bauble


Tony Williams




somewhere

on a spectrum

…sleet


Tony Williams

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