thunderhead…
the nearing
disaster’s
flashing brilliance
Rob McKinnon
*
sparkler…
child’s delight writing her name
in
the dark
Rob McKinnon
Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier
Friday, September 30, 2022
By J. D. Nelson
three hens gobble up
bits of
peanuts from my hand—
heat
advisory
J. D. Nelson
*
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
*
winter crows
power lines divide
the
sunset
Ash Evan Lippert
By Robert Witmer
moon gleam
on pine needles
whippoorwill
Robert Witmer
*
a child
on tiptoes
pointing to a star
Robert Witmer
Saturday, September 24, 2022
By Barbara Anna Gaiardoni
road coast that
smells of strawberry
metal
roofs
Barbara Anna Gaiardoni
*
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
*
flea
market—
the haggles for something
priceless
A.J. Anwar
By Mirela Brăilean
rain of leaves drought
Mirela Brăilean
*
first
date
his cheap smell
of desire
Mirela Brăilean
By Arvinder Kaur
the
discourse on crooked toes ageism
Arvinder Kaur
*
house sale
the wicket gate moans
one
last time
Arvinder Kaur
By Chen-ou Liu
the tinkle
of my baby's laughter
this
night of stars
Chen-ou Liu
*
a drift of blossoms
my Birman sleeps away
her
last days
Chen-ou Liu
Thursday, September 22, 2022
Wednesday, September 21, 2022
By David Kāwika Eyre
august drought
she asks about
daffodil
bulbs
David Kāwika Eyre
*
in one hop
the grasshopper
becomes
grass
David Kāwika Eyre
By Jimmy Pappas
Saigon
downpour
children
swim
in
the streets
Jimmy Pappas
*
plugged
into
the earth . . .
daffodil
yellow
Jimmy Pappas
By Stephen C. Curro
magic
hour
the clop of hooves
down the road
Stephen C. Curro
*
alpenglow
a
golden moon
in silken clouds
Stephen C. Curro
*
half asleep
the hiss of bacon
in the pan
Stephen C. Curro
By Mona Bedi
summer
sunset
I catch my
breath
in the lake’s
reflection
Mona Bedi
*
deep
winter—
mom’s
lullaby sneaks
into
my dream
Mona Bedi
Sunday, September 18, 2022
Friday, September 16, 2022
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
*
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
*
rock bottom
love is a river
Adrian Bouter
By Patrick Sweeney
the
autographed page torn out
Patrick Sweeney
*
again today
ignoring the lump
Patrick Sweeney
*
I
only like the idea of strawberries
Patrick Sweeney
*
in
a room alone rooting for the underdog
Patrick Sweeney
Tuesday, September 13, 2022
By Uchechukwu Onyedikam and Christina Chin
lone light
candle flame
in the dark
Uchechukwu Onyedikam
insects and birds
die by it
Christina Chin
By Christopher Peys
the flutter by
of the butterfly
i
too am changed
Christopher Peys
*
under the sycamore
with a sandwich
and
summer
Christopher Peys
By Mike Gallagher
down platform
doors bang open and shut
on
our silence
Mike Gallagher
*
frogspawn
the future of the planet
somehow
surer
Mike Gallagher
*
no space
to be different
rowdy
playground
Mike Gallagher
By Ray Spitzenberger
toad plops
in cat’s water bowl
a
hiss, a slap
Ray Spitzenberger
*
a walker
corrects my wobble
at
eighty-eight
Ray Spitzenberger
By Joseph P. Wechselberger
childless
and the only child of an only child …
the
brief lives of mayflies
Joseph P. Wechselberger
By Susan Bonk Plumridge
63
. . .
few words
left to share
Susan Bonk Plumridge
*
63 . . .
deep stretch
in my knees
Susan Bonk Plumridge
*
63 . . .
summer heat
late in August
Susan Bonk Plumridge
By Rupa Anand
not a soul in sight—
my footsteps follow me
on
this wooded path
Rupa Anand
*
neighbourhood park—
on discarded idols
moss
drapes herself
Rupa Anand
By Tony Williams
harvest
moon
everything they say
is true
Tony Williams
*
summer
shimmer
the wildflower I like
is poisonous
Tony Williams
By John Pappas
sun-burned grass all these useless words
John Pappas
*
empty mall
all the mannequins dressed
in darkness
John Pappas
Monday, September 12, 2022
Saturday, September 10, 2022
By Saumya Bansal
first
petrichor after learning the word petrichor
Saumya Bansal
*
morning drizzle
she pretends
to
speed walk
Saumya Bansal
Thursday, September 8, 2022
By Joshua St. Claire
plum wine
the dopplich flight
of
the bumblebee
Joshua St. Claire
*
passionflower desiring to be clever
Joshua St. Claire
By Bisshie
imagine
strawberry fields
when
the war is over
Bisshie
*
next to the tourist
the man in a gabardine suit
sweats
on the B line
Bisshie
By Robert Epstein
sun-dried tomatoes —
she could have taken
more time with me
Robert Epstein
*
Alcatraz
what
hard labor it is
to get over myself
Robert Epstein
Tuesday, September 6, 2022
Best of the Net Nominations
Cold Moon Journal has nominated the following poets for Best of the Net (for poems published between July 1, 2021 and June 30, 2022):
Chen-ou Liu
Janet Ruth
Agus Maulana Sunjaya
Alvin B. Cruz (2)
Tina Mowrey
Congratulations to all. Good luck!
Monday, September 5, 2022
By Pippa Phillips
shed skin—
I am everywhere
I’ve
ever been
Pippa Phillips
*
a map
on her bridal veil
the flat earths
that lay folded
in
her trousseau
Pippa Phillips
*
new arms
for the venus de milo
she carves herself
back
into
a slab of marble
Pippa Phillips
*
toasting clouds
on an open sun
we tell ghost stories
that end
happily
ever after
Pippa Phillips
Sunday, September 4, 2022
By Alvin B. Cruz
late night news
last slice
of
left-over pizza
Alvin B. Cruz
*
Basho
the sound of frog
in
his language
Alvin B. Cruz
*
window seat
a bus ride with grandma
way back when
my dreams
took
the shape of clouds
Alvin B. Cruz
By C.X. Turner
a
lone leaf
awaiting
the inevitable
fall
C.X. Turner
*
clinging to the rain
everything we can be
wild
roses
C.X. Turner
By Brad Bennett
mid-summer
a dream between
thunderstorms
Brad
Bennett
*
in out of the storm
milk billows
in
my tea
Brad Bennett
Thursday, September 1, 2022
By Daipayan Nair
funeral march—
incense
fills
the street
Daipayan
Nair
*
morning glory—
she smiles until
she
doesn't
Daipayan Nair
By David He
cool breeze
on this autumn night
I listen
to the warm whispers
of
a love story
David He
*
the fresh smell
of newspaper...
my parents
sip their coffee
without
any words
David He
By Joanna Ashwell
lingering
a trace of moon
in
my glass
Joanna Ashwell
*
tranquillity
breath held
in forest stars
Joanna
Ashwell
*
between seasons
words becoming
hoverflies
Joanna Ashwell
By Jerome Berglund
tell
me how you see the world ink blot queries
Jerome Berglund
*
doodlebugging
soldier of fortune
Jerome Berglund
By Stephen Jarrell Williams
sundown
bat flying zig-zags
eating
mosquitoes
Stephen Jarrell Williams
*
desert nomad
night dancing under the moon
humming old songs
Stephen Jarrell Williams
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