Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Wednesday, November 6, 2024

By Federico C. Peralta

border check—

   monarch overtakes

      a long queue

Federico C. Peralta

Monday, November 4, 2024

Nominations for the 2025 Pushcart Prize (Poetry)

 


 

Mar 26:


periodic table

the stars that flow

through us

Eugeniusz Zacharski





Apr 5:


closed clinic

another choice

terminated

Scott Wiggerman




Apr 9:


gentle dawn ...

the haiku remains

unfinished

Samo Kreutz




Apr 22:


losing the path

deep in the forest

I find myself


deep in the forest

losing myself

I find the path


losing the path

I find myself

deep in the forest

Belinda Behne




Oct 6:


long weekend

the news comes

on a friday

Jerome Berglund




Oct 12:


fake profile —

why would anyone

want to be me

Susan Burch

 

Big congratulations to our six Pushcart nominees!


Nominations for the Touchstone Awards are underway, so please remain patient. Uploading the data for 30 poems is taking considerable time and effort. It's a lengthy process, but the Touchstone announcement will be posted at the journal once everything is finished.

Sunday, November 3, 2024

By Robert Kania

from where

the wind is blowing

an election flyer

Robert Kania

By Joshua St. Claire

two racks of antlers collapsing stars


Joshua St. Claire

By Michael Minassian

Because it has 3 lines

and you mention spring

doesn’t make it a haiku.

Michael Minassian

By Joseph Howse

silence

as shrill

as a shriek

Joseph Howse

By Herb Kitson

shattered dreams—

I stay behind

to pick up the pieces

Herb Kitson

By Robert Epstein

pre-autumn breeze

she brushes her hair

to take out the trash

Robert Epstein

By Mike Gallagher

six crocodiles

a thousand years

among the reeds


Mike Gallagher


struggling

up the hill

stragglers

Mike Gallagher

By Alexis Rotella

To become a butterfly

I spill out

my guts

Alexis Rotella

 

 

tree frog a pendant I'll never wear around my neck


Alexis Rotella

 

 

a note to myself reminding me to eat

Alexis Rotella

By RJ Humbl’

Tired old gent

Up the Apple and Pears

And done

RJ Humbl’



Cup of Rosie

With each warm embrace

Steam leaves

RJ Humbl’