Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Sunday, December 13, 2020

By Mirela Brăilean

kite rises

dad's shadow

up to the sky


Mirela Brăilean

By John J. Dunphy

walking my dog

tonight's dusk scented by

burnt leaves


John J. Dunphy

Saturday, December 12, 2020

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

winter wind

the trees speak

a harsh language


Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By John J. Dunphy

public park

I enter

a portapotty

accompanied by

blown leaves


John J. Dunphy

Thursday, December 10, 2020

By Bakhtiyar Amini

on the map

the only black point -

my country 

 

Bakhtiyar Amini


By Kristen Lindquist

on the suet

the year's last warbler

my mind wanders


Kristen Lindquist

By Hemapriya Chellappan

moonset moth navigates second thoughts


Hemapriya Chellappan


Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

By Ashish Narain

childhood

the shape of a willow

in starlight

 

Ashish Narain


Monday, December 7, 2020

By Mirela Brăilean

the invisible

from everything

the seed

 

Mirela Brăilean

Thursday, December 3, 2020

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

in a vacant city

does a bullet still

demolish souls


ask the stars if

their shine was split

without consent


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

Wednesday, December 2, 2020

By Billy Antonio

old tire swing still bearing its weight

 

Billy Antonio


By Tom Bierovic

end of shift

the nurse's mask

stays on 



Tom Bierovic

By Jackie Chou

crescent moon

the thin edge of hope

on which I hang


Jackie Chou


Sunday, November 29, 2020

By Tom Bierovic

screeching hawk

the stillness

of prayer flags


Tom Bierovic

By Billy Antonio

a pebble shaping the river


Billy Antonio

By Jackie Chou

stone labyrinth

thoughts trapped in a maze

of writing rules


Jackie Chou

Friday, November 27, 2020

By Christina Chin

winter Galaxy

harvesting dreams

along the old rusty rail


Christina Chin

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

long ago

a deserted forest

became my first lover


what other rooms

could you find within

your darkest abode


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Neena Singh

first date

everything just right

in the dream


Neena Singh

Thursday, November 26, 2020

By Kanchan Chatterjee

autumn rain . . .

the haiku certificate

comes drenched


Kanchan Chatterjee

By Bakhtiyar Amini

autumn evening

the old man by the window

counts shadows


Bakhtiyar Amini

Monday, November 23, 2020

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

a ballad

childhood joy

sings


Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Christina Chin

red oak leaf

spins in a spider web

winter sky


Christina Chin

Sunday, November 22, 2020

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

shadows dancing

goldenrod under the weight 

of a chickadee


Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Pat Davis

along a thread

that connects us

the lark's song 

 

Pat Davis

Saturday, November 21, 2020

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

are rubies

simply fragments

of forgotten dreams


it is possible

that we once lived

as the dust between sand


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Neena Singh

unshed tears

the space between

our meeting


Neena Singh

By Christine L. Villa

after his death missing his silence


Christine L. Villa

By Pat Davis

stillness

the rising mist

in my whispers


Pat Davis