spring's warm dusk
children's laughter—
the last flicker of the day
caught
in a jar
—Nicholas Gentile
Cradled Moon.
Fossombrone, Italy. Photo credits: Oana Maria Cercel.
Showing posts with label Nicholas Gentile. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nicholas Gentile. Show all posts
Thursday, November 27, 2025
Monday, August 4, 2025
Nicholas Gentile
the nun fixed upon
an ink drop on my shirt
a slap in the face
to make me
closer to god
—Nicholas Gentile
a year after—
my mother's closet
just her scent
—Nicholas Gentile
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
Featured Post
Guidelines for Contributors
(Last update, Apr 17, 2025) Email for submissions: journalcoldmoon(at)gmail(dot)com Editors: Timothy Daly, Oana Cercel. ~~~~ You may submi...
-
(Last update, Apr 17, 2025) Email for submissions: journalcoldmoon(at)gmail(dot)com Editors: Timothy Daly, Oana Cercel. ~~~~ You may submi...
-
Congratulations to these talented Cold Moon Journal poets for their 2024 Touchstone Award nominations: Biswajit Mishra Stacy Taylor ...
-
returning to yourself at dawn: where was I going? is it still yesterday? Thomas Klodowsky