Timothy Daly & Oana Maria Cercel

tulip buds

a resting place 

for winter

—Timothy Daly & Oana Maria Cercel

Timothy Daly

ebbing along the tired stream

Timothy Daly

Our Nominations for The Red Moon Anthology (2024)

(December)

fleeting sweetness of the world baklava

Ruth Holzer

(November)

thumb, forefinger

disentangling

the leaves

Jerome Berglund

(October)

eating the last piece

of bread in the world

nuclear toast

Stephen Jarrell Williams

(September)

orange crush

the long line to buy

MAGA hats

Adele Evershed

(August)

cold tea my life wasted on work

Timothy Daly

(July)

in the night

croaks from the old pond

all alike

Keith Evetts

(June)

an old man

gazing up to heaven

wondering when

Stephen Jarrell Williams

Major congratulations to these talented poets.

Timothy Daly

unsaved number

telling her

I met someone

Timothy Daly

Timothy Daly

Dad’s birthday remembering the forget-me-nots


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Timothy Daly

cold tea my life wasted on work

 
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no less lovely

than the roses

. . . daisies

image and words Timothy Daly

By Timothy Daly and Oana Maria Cercel

 

alone

in the crowd

nameless tree

words Timothy Daly

image Oana Maria Cercel

Oana Maria Cercel & Timothy Daly

kitchen talk his words a rusty knife

Oana Maria Cercel & Timothy Daly

Timothy Daly

Irish Sea crossing dead kin's bones

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warm bookshop reading her smile

Timothy Daly

Timothy Daly

spring rainbow

the colours

of our toothbrushes


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By Timothy Daly

stale bread we can’t break the silence

Timothy Daly

blackberry bush this bitter departure

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the side they don’t see of me half moon

Timothy Daly

Timothy Daly

night beach

these waves

of panic

and calm

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Timothy Daly

early morning

the storm

under my skull

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yoga class

trying to balance

commitments

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the fallen pine

needles stab me

nostalgia

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autumn funeral the weeping

willow

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can’t

breathe. panic

attack

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parents’ home

looking back on my past

I see a light

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seaside salty thoughts about childhood

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Timothy Daly

morning coffee . . .

still scooping 

for two

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wet day

my only visitors

the raindrops

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Timothy Daly

setting sun

photos of us

in a drawer

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Timothy Daly

lakeside walk . . . 

after the splash

the water forgets

Timothy Daly