Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Monday, January 18, 2021

By Mirela Brăilean

cold moon

the hot nightlife

of the city

 

Mirela Brăilean

Sunday, January 17, 2021

By B.A. France

double time ...

a squirrel skitters 

across the pickets


B.A. France

By Mirela Brăilean

winter Galaxy

mother asking

my name again


Mirela Brăilean

Saturday, January 16, 2021

By Silk~

morning fog smoothing the rough edges of our city


Silk~

By Cherry A

flooding

the mountain valley ...

December fog


Cherry A

By Mirela Brăilean

cold moon

spinning in the void

the old disc


Mirela Brăilean

By B.A. France

emptying the mind

of all the year’s troubles

... rainfall

 

B.A. France

By Ron Scully

sprinkler rainbow

birthday girl leaps

to the other side

Ron Scully


By John J. Dunphy

front yard

child puts on

her face mask

as she approaches

our snowman


John J. Dunphy

By Greg Schwartz

fallen leaves...

the box turtle

moves on


Greg Schwartz

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

By Silk~

first frost granny preps the salted cod


Silk~

Sunday, January 10, 2021

By John J. Dunphy

a single ornament

on the Christmas tree

in a ditch


John J. Dunphy

Saturday, January 9, 2021

Thursday, January 7, 2021

By Stephen Toft

burial night

not quite long

enough

for us to find

all of the stars

 

Stephen Toft

By Jackie Chou

autumn trees

soon to become

completely naked

one by one I let go

of attachments

Jackie Chou

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

on the wings of a moth a poem

 

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

Mirela Brăilean

winter Galaxy

a drop of milk

in my coffee


Mirela Brăilean

Sunday, January 3, 2021

By Cherry A

origami cranes ...

another winter

without dad


Cherry A

By Stephen Toft

autumn leaves

swept aside for

the mourners


Stephen Toft

By Mirela Brăilean

first frost

over the chrysanthemums

mom's shawl


Mirela Brăilean

Thursday, December 31, 2020

By Jackie Chou

love letter

his promises

paper-thin


Jackie Chou

By R. Suresh Babu

winter moon …

the drunk and his dog

whine together


R. Suresh Babu

By Ram Chandran

you are my roots

holding me to grounds

my flower

adding colours to my life

and fragrance to soul


Ram Chandran

Saturday, December 26, 2020

By Jackie Chou

my mother

remembered

for her better days

the brief blooming

of cactus flowers


Jackie Chou

By Milan Rajkumar

pandemic . . . 

wasted olympic fireworks 

beside mount fuji

 

Milan Rajkumar

By Pat Davis

morning heat

a pine drops dew

across my face


Pat Davis