Cold Moon Journal
Monday, September 12, 2022
By Jennifer Isham
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first day of school the teacher dons her bulletproof vest Jennifer Isham
Saturday, September 10, 2022
By Saumya Bansal
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first petrichor after learning the word petrichor Saumya Bansal * morning drizzle she pretends to speed walk Saumya ...
By Vipanjeet Kaur
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downpour — floating in rain a lone leaf. Vipanjeet Kaur
Thursday, September 8, 2022
By Joshua St. Claire
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plum wine the dopplich flight of the bumblebee Joshua St. Claire * passionflower desiring to be clever Joshua St. Claire
By Bisshie
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imagine strawberry fields when the war is over Bisshie * next to the tourist the man in a gabardine suit sweats on the B l...
By Ruth Holzer
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the day I moved into my starter house little did I know that would be it Ruth Holzer
By Robert Epstein
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sun-dried tomatoes — she could have taken more time with me Robert Epstein * Alcatraz what hard labor it is t...
Tuesday, September 6, 2022
Best of the Net Nominations
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Cold Moon Journal has nominated the following poets for Best of the Net (for poems published between July 1, 2021 and June 30,...
Monday, September 5, 2022
By Pippa Phillips
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shed skin— I am everywhere I’ve ever been Pippa Phillips * a map on her bridal veil the flat earths that lay folded in h...
Sunday, September 4, 2022
By Alvin B. Cruz
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late night news last slice of left-over pizza Alvin B. Cruz * Basho the sound of frog in his language Alvin B. Cruz * ...
By C.X. Turner
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a lone leaf awaiting the inevitable fall C.X. Turner * clinging to the rain everything we can be wild roses C.X. Turner
By Samo Kreutz
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old sandpit a time when the rain was still a playful companion Samo Kreutz
By Brad Bennett
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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 Steve Bahr
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beach walking weight of the ages in rock-filled pockets Steve Bahr
By Tuyet Van Do
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post covid he returns to work coughing Tuyet Van Do
By Bakhtiyar Amini
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unexpected news father leans against the wall Bakhtiyar Amini
By Daipayan Nair
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funeral march— incense fills the street Daipayan Nair * morning glory— she smiles until she doesn't Daipaya...
By Linda Ludwig
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old family album I breathe deep — the memories Linda Ludwig
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