Cold Moon Journal
Wednesday, November 6, 2024
By Federico C. Peralta
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border check— monarch overtakes a long queue Federico C. Peralta
Monday, November 4, 2024
Nominations for the 2025 Pushcart Prize (Poetry)
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Mar 26: periodic table the stars that flow through us Eugeniusz Zacharski Apr 5: closed clinic another choice ...
Sunday, November 3, 2024
By Robert Kania
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from where the wind is blowing an election flyer Robert Kania
By Joshua St. Claire
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two racks of antlers collapsing stars Joshua St. Claire
By Michael Minassian
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Because it has 3 lines and you mention spring doesn’t make it a haiku. Michael Minassian
By Joseph Howse
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silence as shrill as a shriek Joseph Howse
By Herb Kitson
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shattered dreams— I stay behind to pick up the pieces Herb Kitson
By Robert Epstein
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pre-autumn breeze she brushes her hair to take out the trash Robert Epstein
By Mike Gallagher
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six crocodiles a thousand years among the reeds Mike Gallagher struggling up the hill stragglers Mike Gallagher
By Alexis Rotella
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To become a butterfly I spill out my guts Alexis Rotella tree frog a pendant I'll never wear around my neck Alexis R...
By RJ Humbl’
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Tired old gent Up the Apple and Pears And done RJ Humbl’ Cup of Rosie With each warm embrace Steam leaves RJ Humbl’
Friday, November 1, 2024
By Pitt Büerken
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skyscraper the window cleaner comes from above Pitt Büerken joyride the engine oil level warning light flashes Pitt Büerken wint...
Thursday, October 31, 2024
By Cecil Morris
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Haunted all night long the ghosts creak through the house on mouse feet whispering regrets Cecil Morris
Wednesday, October 30, 2024
By Ravi Kiran
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robed in starlight ghost of the dream we strangled Ravi Kiran
Tuesday, October 29, 2024
By Barrie Levine
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city afternoon . . . a cool breeze spiced with pumpkin latte Barrie Levine
By Nancy Brady
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apple cider and donut holes on the refreshment table — fall festival Nancy Brady
By Stephen Jarrell Williams
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running out of words tired poet Stephen Jarrell Williams eating the last piece of bread in the world nuclear toast Stephen Jar...
By Isabella Mori
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love song ... through the soles of my old sneakers listening for the whisperings of the street Isabella Mori across the lawn ...
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