Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

By B.A. France

Poppy Seeds



swearing

right hands raised ...

lone veteran salutes



packing bags

   called again

      peace and war



silently walking

arlington cemetery 

— old rose garden


B.A. France

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Monday, November 9, 2020

By Taofeek Ayeyemi

strumming violin . . .

the garden sweeper

adds to the melody

 

Taofeek Ayeyemi

By Pat Geyer

in a pile

of leaves

sounds of a child's

scattered laughter...

i remember hope


Pat Geyer


Sunday, November 8, 2020

By Peter Jastermsky

senior years a few leaves left to fall


Peter Jastermsky

By B.A. France

warm cigar ash    silent conversation


B.A. France

By Christine L. Villa

bullet train how fast can I forget you 

 

Christine L. Villa

Thursday, November 5, 2020

By Pippa Phillips

Moonlit dewdrop —

the last grain

of rice.

Pippa Phillips

Wednesday, November 4, 2020

By John J. Dunphy

used-book store

its dusty true-crime section

covered with fingerprints


John J. Dunphy

Tuesday, November 3, 2020

By Peter Jastermsky

morning despair a shoelace goes untied 

 

Peter Jastermsky

By Neena Singh

a soft impulse

echoes from the past—

mountain breeze


Neena Singh

Sunday, November 1, 2020

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

I sense

the coin is cursed

(evil witch)

so I pick it up to pocket

being a believer in fairy tales


Roberta Beach Jacobson

Friday, October 30, 2020

By John J. Dunphy

homeless encampment

returning children share

their trick or treat candy


John J. Dunphy

Thursday, October 29, 2020

By Peter Jastermsky

mudflats

the walking stick

deep and still

 

Peter Jastermsky

By Debbie Strange

the sheen

of glass gem corn . . .

heirloom pearls


Debbie Strange

Sunday, October 25, 2020

By Pravat Kumar Padhy

bird returns

as dusk gently falls

twinkle stars 

in reeling silence 

deepen her loneliness


Pravat Kumar Padhy

Saturday, October 24, 2020

By Debbie Strange

empty paint tubes the thickened layers of regret


Debbie Strange

By Silk~

prairie dawn caws punctuating the pale skyline


Silk~

By Lori A Minor

falling into seasonal depression


Lori A Minor


Friday, October 23, 2020

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

sometimes


the only thing

i know to be true


is that the sun has risen

somewhere

brightly in our sky


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

Monday, October 19, 2020

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

eating dinner 

crosslegged by the screen door 

listening to crickets

 

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Bill Waters

early autumn

all night long

the crickets


Bill Waters

Sunday, October 18, 2020

By Debbie Strange

ancient

oak

the

hollow

space

inside

me


Debbie Strange

By Kat Lehmann

unseen star

hearing the whisper

between shouts

 

Kat Lehmann

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

thoughts

growing into

words 


Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Silk~

 oil spill discoloring our deep sea of dreams


Silk~

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

this piece of amethyst

i hold in my hand

what secrets

have you kept

during your long life


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz