Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Wednesday, October 5, 2022

By Katherine E Winnick

flower palace

petals gently drifting

through her braids

Katherine E Winnick

By Molly Zeigenbein

dark cavernous maw

flapping fluttering wind gust

flock of bats departs

 

Molly Zeigenbein

Sunday, October 2, 2022

By Susan Burch

treasure hunt –

I don’t know what

she sees in you

Susan Burch


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too early too late menopause

Susan Burch


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first rain

the little raindrop

that could

Susan Burch

By Mona Bedi

last chemo

a single sunflower

dances in the wind

Mona Bedi


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winter chill

she double folds

her quilt

Mona Bedi

By David He

mist

revealing the sun

on the horizon

a fisherman

sets sail

David He

By Tina Mowrey

crows waiting

for the sprinklers

midnight murder

Tina Mowrey


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icy moon

she gives me

the cold shoulder

Tina Mowrey

Saturday, October 1, 2022

By John J. Dunphy

church stained glass window

the Virgin set ablaze

by the rising sun


John J. Dunphy

Friday, September 30, 2022

By Rob McKinnon

thunderhead…

the nearing disaster’s

flashing brilliance

Rob McKinnon


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sparkler…

child’s delight writing her name

in the dark

Rob McKinnon

By J. D. Nelson

three hens gobble up

bits of peanuts from my hand—

heat advisory

J. D. Nelson


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blue skies follow rain—

after the children’s party

the dog relaxes

J. D. Nelson

Wednesday, September 28, 2022

Monday, September 26, 2022

By Ash Evan Lippert

fallow fields

the faraway sorrows

of childhood

Ash Evan Lippert

 

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winter crows

power lines divide

the sunset

Ash Evan Lippert

By Robert Witmer

moon gleam

on pine needles

whippoorwill

Robert Witmer

 

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a child

on tiptoes

pointing to a star

Robert Witmer

Saturday, September 24, 2022

By Elena Malec

cut up watermelon

sunset sky sinking

into the ocean

Elena Malec

By Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

road coast that

smells of strawberry

metal roofs


Barbara Anna Gaiardoni


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the sun inside

bye-bye sadness

goodbye

Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

By A.J. Anwar

old street—

beneath the asphalt layers

my childhood footsteps


A.J. Anwar

 

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flea market—

the haggles for something

priceless

A.J. Anwar

By Mirela Brăilean

rain of leaves drought

Mirela Brăilean

 

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first date

his cheap smell

of desire


Mirela Brăilean

By Arvinder Kaur

the discourse on crooked toes   ageism

Arvinder Kaur

 

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house sale

the wicket gate moans

one last time

Arvinder Kaur

By Bonnie J Scherer

mending socks —

mom heels

a broken heart

Bonnie J Scherer

By Chen-ou Liu

the tinkle

of my baby's laughter

this night of stars

Chen-ou Liu

 

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a drift of blossoms

my Birman sleeps away

her last days

Chen-ou Liu

Thursday, September 22, 2022

By Barrie Levine

suburban autumn

leaf blowing away

the season

Barrie Levine

Wednesday, September 21, 2022

By David Kāwika Eyre

august drought

she asks about

daffodil bulbs

David Kāwika Eyre


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in one hop

the grasshopper

becomes grass

David Kāwika Eyre

By Jimmy Pappas

Saigon downpour


children swim

in the streets

Jimmy Pappas


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plugged

into the earth . . .

 daffodil yellow

 Jimmy Pappas

By Stephen C. Curro

magic hour

the clop of hooves

down the road

Stephen C. Curro


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alpenglow

a golden moon

in silken clouds

Stephen C. Curro


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half asleep

the hiss of bacon

in the pan

Stephen C. Curro

By Cloris Shi

high school

scrubbing insults off

bathroom stalls

Cloris Shi

By Mona Bedi

summer sunset

I catch my breath

in the lake’s reflection

Mona Bedi

 


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deep winter

mom’s lullaby sneaks

into my dream

Mona Bedi

Sunday, September 18, 2022

By Nani Mariani

rainy moon

mourning flowers around the world

for Queen Elizabeth II


Nani Mariani

Friday, September 16, 2022

By Herbert Shippey

power lines

hum in the wind

all day

an old hymn

stuck in my head


Herbert Shippey

Wednesday, September 14, 2022

By Gabriel Rosenstock

all i know is this

the cello has fallen still

and all is quiet:

       the music of what is not

       ah, what strange music that is

Gabriel Rosenstock


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alone with his thoughts

one thought flowering among weeds

quickly vanishes

              a thought that may yet return

              on the day his hair turns grey

Gabriel Rosenstock

By Adrian Bouter

day of leaving

I put our moon

in my backpack

Adrian Bouter


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rock bottom love is a river

Adrian Bouter