Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Monday, November 23, 2020

By Christina Chin

red oak leaf

spins in a spider web

winter sky


Christina Chin

Sunday, November 22, 2020

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

Friday, November 20, 2020

By B.A. France

autumn rain...

down payment on

spring gardens


B.A. France

By Pippa Phillips

Daylight

trickling into the subway—

satori.

Pippa Phillips

Sunday, November 15, 2020

By B.A. France

cloudless sky...

memories of summer

blackberry preserves


B.A. France

By Pat Geyer

clouds

overtake stars

moon runs

behind darkness...

a race til morning


Pat Geyer

By Taofeek Ayeyemi

forenoon nap . . .

woken by the clinks

of cowbells

 

Taofeek Ayeyemi

By John J. Dunphy

deserted ranch

the corral fence bounded

by a sagebrush


John J. Dunphy

Saturday, November 14, 2020

By Pippa Phillips

The taste of sloe gin

underneath the blackthorn boughs—

a blossom-veiled moon.


Pippa Phillips

By Pat Davis

eyes closed

the water lily

becomes a lotus


Pat Davis

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