By Keith Evetts

by Keith Evetts

By Rp Verlaine

hot cup of tea

has all the answers

in the moonlight

Rp Verlaine

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

silkworms

in mulberry tree . . .

threads for kimono

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Susanna Gilbert

Split like a dagger.

Nature and clouds draw our eyes.

From past to present.

Susanna Gilbert  

                                                             Photo c. Susanna Gilbert

By Rob McKinnon

floods recede—

discarded households

on muddy mounds

Rob McKinnon

By Angiola Inglese

dinner alone .…

counting and recounting

moons and days

Angiola Inglese

By Amoolya Kamalnath

pedaling

the lake boat

fog overtakes


Amoolya Kamalnath

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

birdsong

Buddha can’t stop

laughing

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Theresa A. Cancro

bruises

the color of amethyst —

he says he loves me

Theresa A. Cancro

By Susan Burch

a dirt canal

where the river

used to run

how long

did you think

I’d wait for you

Susan Burch

By Maya Daneva

family Bible

the names my dad entered

and those he did not

Maya Daneva

By Madeleine Vinluan

the moon glows

I look closely

it is crying

Madeleine Vinluan

By John J. Dunphy

inner city Fourth

firecrackers

then gunshots

John J. Dunphy

By Douglas J. Lanzo

Land of the Rising Sun

yellow iris

tinged by dawn

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Priti Khullar

women’s day

she chooses to yell

not whimper

Priti Khullar

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

laughter…

her imaginary friend

tells his best joke

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Mike Gallagher

a few wisps

lightly drawn over

baldness
 

Mike Gallagher

By Sarah Davies

a life —notes scrawled in handwriting you no longer understand

Sarah Davies

By Amrutha Prabhu

a tree within a seed within a tree ... forest within 

Amrutha Prabhu

By Tim Murphy

being   

my own shaman  

winter light 

Tim Murphy

By Kyle Hemmings

slurring the names of my own demons

Kyle Hemmings

By Pippa Phillips

the opposite of redemption leaves don't fall up

Pippa Phillips

By Pat Geyer

July curtain call ~

my Hosta Applause reblooms

again and again

Pat Geyer

By Ingrid Baluchi

high noon

the shine

on his crown

Ingrid Baluchi

By Luke Levi

changing size

up and down the green hills

a vulture’s shadow

Luke Levi

By Helen Ogden

daylight savings

the crow caws four

at five

Helen Ogden

By John Pappas

after midnight

on the country road billboard

a model smiles at nothing

John Pappas

By Ken Slaughter

between two lives a phone call

Ken Slaughter

By B.A. France

high afternoon sun

lizard on the back step

watching me

watch him

B.A. France

By Chen-ou Liu

tea water

coming to a boil

our talk of war

Chen-ou Liu

By Tuyet Van Do

searching for higher self

she gets lost in the labyrinth

of life

Tuyet Van Do

By Kimberly Kuchar

rolling my eyes

at how much I rolled my eyes

at his jokes

Kimberly Kuchar

By Louise Hopewell

family tree

nan’s branch lost

to dementia

Louise Hopewell

By Manoj Sharma

missiles . . .

a sleeping dog

barks at the sky

Manoj Sharma

By Myron Lysenko

told to surrender

by a warship commander:

border guard’s expletive

Myron Lysenko

Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry)

Launching Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) blog. Inviting your itchy submissions of 1-10 poems (of 1-10 lines each). Stay weird! Submit to: fivefleasitchypoetry(at)gmail(dot)com.

Touchstone Award Nominations

The Cold Moon Journal nominations for the 2022 Touchstone Awards have been submitted to The Haiku Foundation (for poems published January to June 2022). 

Congratulations to these 16 talented poets:

Alvin B. Cruz

Barrie Levine (X2)

Douglas J. Lanzo

H. A. Sappho

John Hawkhead

Joseph P. Wechselberger

Joshua St. Claire

Kamrun Nahar

Mariel Herbert

Mike Gallagher

Mircea Moldovan

Mirela Brăilean

Nudurupati Nagasri

Pat Davis

Tffany Shaw-Diaz

Vandana Parashar

Nominations for July to December 2022 will be announced shortly before the end of the year.

Good luck to everybody!

By Jim Niffen

prairie breeze

a hint of primrose

on your blouse

Jim Niffen

By Minal Sarosh

embroidery the rose she left unfinished midday

 

Minal Sarosh

By Paula Sears

stone wall

crossing the boundary

a wild flower

Paula Sears

By A.J. Anwar

the sun and sunflowers

exchange long gazes

by the neighbour’s fence

A.J. Anwar

By Peter Jastermsky

memory foam

another chance

for first impressions

Peter Jastermsky

By Michelle Cicillini

the ocean waves—hello and goodbye

Michelle Cicillini

By Agnes Eva Savich

girlhood the power of the gaze

Agnes Eva Savich

Guidelines for Contributors

You are invited to submit a single email containing 5 - 10 poems (in the spirit of haiku/senryu/tanka) per calendar month, although occasionally we will publish sequences. No themes. Poems must be your original work (not AI!) and in English. Previously unpublished work is preferred, but poems appearing on social media are acceptable.

No e-mail attachments will be opened. Please send to: coldmoonjournal(at)gmail(dot)com.

Poems received in a given month will be considered for publication in Cold Moon Journal the following month. (In other words, if you send your poems in March, they will be competing for April space.) Is your writing style traditional? Fine. Gendai or experimental? Also welcome, although we can’t accommodate much in the way of special formatting.

We are happy to consider your artwork, particularly black-and-white photographs.

There is no money in this, but all rights revert back to the poet upon publication.

We strive to respond quickly (within two weeks, usually faster). Both acceptance and rejection notices are sent. New haiku/senryu/tanka (or sequences or artwork) are added to Cold Moon Journal several times a week. You can view the most popular poems (scroll down to bottom right of the journal for the list).

You will never see anything here that suggests racism, violence or prejudice.

This journal nominates for various annual haiku and poetry awards.

Roberta Beach Jacobson, Editor (she/her)

Updated: January 27, 2024

By Mona Bedi

full moon

the nights you sang

me a lullaby

Mona Bedi

By Ram Chandran

lying

under starlit sky

I think of Van Gogh

Ram Chandran

By David He

the pine shadow

sweeps onto the window

every night

as the moon rises

our cat stares

David He