Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Tuesday, May 28, 2024

By Robert Witmer

an old wagon

heavy with hay

remembering the rain

Robert Witmer



sunrise

bursts into the room

the brass buddha winks

Robert Witmer



sundown

in a barren field

the scarecrow nods

Robert Witmer



shadows

under the stairs

milk for a one-eyed cat

Robert Witmer



a grand piano

hanging from a window

our last goodbye

Robert Witmer

By Stephanie Zepherelli

cracked teapot

filling cups with

fond memories

Stephanie Zepherelli



between us

a flickering candle . . .

shared secrets

Stephanie Zepherelli



quiet pond

dipping a toe

in shimmering moons

Stephanie Zepherelli



enjoying nothing

in particular

and everything

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Daniela Misso

an open book

left on a tree stump . . .

ants pass by

Daniela Misso



silence between us –

the stones cast shadows

on the sand

Daniela Misso



grass sprouts

I immerse myself

in a book

Daniela Misso

Monday, May 27, 2024

By Biswajit Mishra

harvest moon

not enough to feed

the poets

Biswajit Mishra

By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

sunshine

all around me

the silence of houseplants

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

By Oscar Luparia

oneness

your inner spring

makes my soul bloom


Oscar Luparia


solitary pine . . .

the place where I'll stop

when I am gone

Oscar Luparia

By Joshua St. Claire

no echo

the sharpness

of cricketsong

Joshua St. Claire

By Tsanka Shishkova

birds

without their nests

wildfire


Tsanka Shishkova

By Eugeniusz Zacharski

mild breeze

mother's hand

caresses my face

Eugeniusz Zacharski

Sunday, May 26, 2024

By Brad Bennett

a lightness

to our leaving

garden webs

Brad Bennett

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

aunt house without aunt…

all my haiga

in her vineyard

Steliana Cristina Voicu



timeless garden —

my children playing

my childhood games

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By David Ngo

in the valley's depth,

a spring gushes forth.

David Ngo

By Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

resting in the shade

i listen to a river

telling its stories

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler



it's hard to find clothes

when you're almost seventy

and you feel brand new

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

By Bonnie J Scherer

concertina

stretching spring

into summer


Bonnie J Scherer

Saturday, May 25, 2024

By Mike Fainzilber

adjusting a picture frame

the world

in place

Mike Fainzilber



memorial service

replacing the priest

a jazz quartet

Mike Fainzilber



butterflies

many lives later

migration’s end

Mike Fainzilber

By Mark Forrester

cracking open

the cool shale

an ancient fern

Mark Forrester

By Maurizio Brancaleoni

thickened fog —

I still delude myself

she will love me

Maurizio Brancaleoni

By Mircea Moldovan

forsythia, the morning walk of a priestess

Mircea Moldovan

By Monica Kakkar

slew of signatures . . .

even with lengthening days

we run out of time


Monica Kakkar

Thursday, May 23, 2024

By Pat Davis

saturday

the jingle from mama's

apron pockets

Pat Davis



on a ginko

sounds of contentment

from his wheelchair

Pat Davis

By Barrie Levine

yearbook ‘68

my hometown friends

and their hairdos

Barrie Levine

 

 

sipping milk

from the cereal bowl

my inner cat

Barrie Levine



signs of spring!

flower emojis

in all her texts

Barrie Levine

By Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

immigrants landing  new wave of panic

Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

By Vandana Parashar

river’s regret

one wrong turn

years ago


Vandana Parashar



breast augmentation and the smallness of everything else

Vandana Parashar

 

 

my son’s drawing

every house has

a tree outside


Vandana Parashar

By Rita Melissano

white waterlilies

at the feet of a bronze Pan

the owl too

rests in stillness by them

before bowing for a sip

Rita Melissano



peace comes

silent like the dawn

war...so loud

an open market

full of rattlesnakes

Rita Melissano

 

 

going home together

the moon

and I

Rita Melissano

By Lisa C Reynolds

alphabet soup...

she learns

to eat her words

Lisa C Reynolds

By Nicoletta Ignatti

spring dawn—

the short life

of dew pearls

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Colette Kern

the world's unrest—

numbing myself

with word games

Colette Kern

By Sarah Paris

spring rain

green traffic lights

in a puddle


Sarah Paris



after the storm

a skeleton tree cradles

dawn


Sarah Paris

By Ida Wiesenfeld

Skimming the waters,

The dragonfly,

Steals the water’s moon.

Ida Wiesenfeld

Saturday, May 18, 2024

Touchstone Award Nominations (January through April 2024)

Announcing the Touchstone Award nominations from CMJ:


traffic slows

I move the dead rabbit

to safety

Tom Clausen




if peace

were a sound

snow angels

C.X. Turner




my inner bear

begins to hibernate

cold moon

Alfred Booth




a leafless tree

raises arms to the sky

praying for peace

Neena Singh




grunting

I try not to be an animal

but I am

Tony Williams




it could be winter or it could be worse

Robert Epstein




periodic table

the stars that flow

through us

Eugeniusz Zacharski




power outage

learning the shapes

of familiar things

Helen Ogden




his first recital

a round of applause

for all the pink

Barrie Levine




claiming the American dream an American gun

Susan Yavaniski




windstorm

reading a letter

not meant for me

Ruth Holzer

Friday, May 17, 2024

By Nicola Schaum

the deaf cat sees, I listen

summer rain

Nicola Schaum



cloud spotting my troubles shifting shape

Nicola Schaum


 

termite tango

drifting wings

glisten at dusk

Nicola Schaum

By Mallika Chari

overcast sky

nothing to do, she watches

the cawing crow

Mallika Chari



continuous drizzle

the street vendor’s restlessness

all day long

Mallika Chari



prayer

we repeat it

in our mother tongue

 

Mallika Chari

By Helen Ogden

biding its time

a poppy bud

about to bloom

Helen Ogden



folding laundry

the odd sock

set aside

Helen Ogden



condolences

the heavy weight

of empty space

Helen Ogden



leap day

keeping pace

with the planets

 

Helen Ogden

Thursday, May 16, 2024

By Matthew Markworth

working

for peanuts

songbird

Matthew Markworth

By Anne Morrigan

distracted

by the sunlight dancing

off my phone


Anne Morrigan