Cold Moon Journal
Thursday, May 23, 2024
By Pat Davis
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saturday the jingle from mama's apron pockets Pat Davis on a ginko sounds of contentment from his wheelchair Pat D...
By Barrie Levine
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yearbook ‘68 my hometown friends and their hairdos Barrie Levine sipping milk from the cereal bowl my inner cat Barrie Levine ...
By Barbara Anna Gaiardoni
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immigrants landing new wave of panic Barbara Anna Gaiardoni
By Vandana Parashar
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river’s regret one wrong turn years ago Vandana Parashar breast augmentation and the smallness of everything else Vandana Parasha...
By Rita Melissano
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w hite waterlilies at the feet of a bronze Pan the owl too rests in stillness by them before bowing for a sip Rita Melissano peac...
By Lisa C Reynolds
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alphabet soup... she learns to eat her words Lisa C Reynolds
By Nicoletta Ignatti
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spring dawn— the short life of dew pearls Nicoletta Ignatti
By Colette Kern
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the world's unrest— numbing myself with word games Colette Kern
By Sarah Paris
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spring rain green traffic lights in a puddle Sarah Paris after the storm a skeleton tree cradles dawn Sarah Paris
By Ida Wiesenfeld
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Skimming the waters, The dragonfly, Steals the water’s moon. Ida Wiesenfeld
Saturday, May 18, 2024
Touchstone Award Nominations (January through April 2024)
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Announcing the Touchstone Award nominations from CMJ : traffic slows I move the dead rabbit to safety Tom Clausen ...
Friday, May 17, 2024
By Nicola Schaum
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the deaf cat sees, I listen summer rain Nicola Schaum cloud spotting my troubles shifting shape Nicola Schaum termite tango...
By Mallika Chari
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overcast sky nothing to do, she watches the cawing crow Mallika Chari continuous drizzle the street vendor’s restlessness all d...
By Helen Ogden
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biding its time a poppy bud about to bloom Helen Ogden folding laundry the odd sock set aside Helen Ogden condolence...
Thursday, May 16, 2024
By Matthew Markworth
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working for peanuts songbird Matthew Markworth
By Anne Morrigan
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distracted by the sunlight dancing off my phone Anne Morrigan
By John Zheng
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delta life so flat i often look up at the sky John Zheng
By Anthony Lusardi
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w aiting for the storm to pass . . . counting seconds between the flash and the boom Anthony Lusardi
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