Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Saturday, November 6, 2021

By Devoshruti Mandal

scattered stars collecting my thoughts


Devoshruti Mandal

By Barrie Levine

beyond the ridge no end to the stars


Barrie Levine

Friday, November 5, 2021

By Mona Bedi

winter fog

the colour of silence

is grey


Mona Bedi

By Frank William Finney

The clacking of clogs

On a well-heeled street.

Thunderclouds spitting at rooftops.


Frank William Finney

Thursday, November 4, 2021

By Mircea Moldovan

wounded moon

the hermit's prayer

a scream


Mircea Moldovan

By Keith Evetts

vortex my cerebral cortex

Keith Evetts

By Ron Scully

crack in the glass

sealed by ticks of ice

holds all winter


Ron Scully

Wednesday, November 3, 2021

By Vincenzo Adamo

autumn trail

I feel like a leaf

in a dream


Vincenzo Adamo

By John J. Dunphy

a 14-point buck

the veteran hunter

lowers his rifle


John J. Dunphy

By Keith Evetts

encyclopedia

dust covers everything

Keith Evetts

By Ram Chandran

day moon

I stir the remaining dream

in the coffee

Ram Chandran

Tuesday, November 2, 2021

By Keith Evetts

after the eulogy crows


Keith Evetts

By Joe Sebastian

waves across a floating refugee arc of searchlights

Joe Sebastian

By Joanna Ashwell

evening walk

pushing myself forward

into the world

Joanna Ashwell

By John J. Dunphy

3 am

sound of sobbing

from the hospital chapel


John J. Dunphy

By B.A. France

blues harmonica

cresting and falling again

waves of life


B.A. France

Monday, November 1, 2021

By B.A. France

long breaths

at twilight

waiting


B.A. France

By John J. Dunphy

homeless shelter

children's Christmas stockings stuffed

with Halloween candy


John J. Dunphy

By Karen Harvey

north wind

it's so much colder

when you're not here


Karen Harvey

By Meera Rehm

deepening blue

the day moon's mojo

brightens


Meera Rehm

By Joe Sebastian

figuring all my broken selves new mirror

Joe Sebastian

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

evil

Halloween night

only

the moon wears the face

of a marbled angel


Roberta Beach Jacobson

Sunday, October 31, 2021

By Mircea Moldovan

no spider above me

i write today

three lines

Mircea Moldovan

By Dennis Andrew Aguinaldo

Home because of children

and webless spiders.

Sunlight moves across the floor, out the door. 


Dennis
Andrew Aguinaldo

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

ideas dry up

acrylic witches on brooms

return to dust


Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Nani Mariani

scary night

sitting between mom and dad

Halloween


Nani Mariani

By Robert Beveridge

zombie invasion

faces pressed against the glass

black friday again


Robert Beveridge

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

dry skeletons

the garden needs to be cleared

for winter


Susan Bonk Plumridge