Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Sunday, December 8, 2024

Our Nominations for The Red Moon Anthology

(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.

Saturday, December 7, 2024

By Alvin B. Cruz

a love letter to keep forever stamps

Alvin B. Cruz


Wednesday, December 4, 2024

By Thomas Landgraf

outside table...

the seagull waits

for crumbs

Thomas Landgraf



winter afternoon...

the homeless woman

paints a cathedral

Thomas Landgraf

By Lorraine Caputo

you & I talk, don’t

talk, secrets held like fire in

our hands, burning to

our souls, red-hot scars searing

deep into our memories

Lorraine Caputo

By Joanna Ashwell

frost prints

the slow progress

of a hound

Joanna Ashwell

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

faded dried roses

she was so cheerful

when she was alive

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

Monday, December 2, 2024

By Ruth Holzer

out the back door

in the dead of night

they'll roll me

quickly and quietly

so no one will notice

Ruth Holzer



fleeting sweetness of the world baklava

Ruth Holzer



an ant with a message I move out of the way

Ruth Holzer

By Robert Witmer

dark romance

a taste of poetry

on a bookworm's lips

Robert Witmer



evening

unleavened bread

dipped in wine

Robert Witmer

By John Masterson

dwarfing my wheelchair

circus elephants parade

through the parking lot

John Masterson

By Susan Yavaniski

hanging laundry

our discussion

on speakerphone

Susan Yavaniski



dust-to-dust

his favorite reef

a skeleton

Susan Yavaniski



voting line

I study the angles

of a jaw

Susan Yavaniski



day one

a jackhammer

going at it

Susan Yavaniski



my sweet poem

about a vine gone wild

on the borderline

til my thoughts were invaded

by Putin’s army

Susan Yavaniski

By Sébastien Revon

red traffic light—

the sudden urge

to remain there


Sébastien Revon