By Priti Khullar

anniversary gift

he gets my

annotated book

Priti Khullar

By Helen Ogden

my long walk

through coastal fog

disappearing blues

Helen Ogden

By Mark Scott

city traffic

a flycatcher goes

unnoticed

Mark Scott

By Rob McKinnon

poplar trees…

strange fruit swinging

in the breeze

Rob McKinnon

By Amoolya Kamalnath

plastic trash –

the sea's belly

explodes daily

Amoolya Kamalnath

 

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temple festival

all over the town

Amoolya Kamalnath

By Goran Lowie

old love letters

my lips drinking

the words

Goran Lowie

By Kim Klugh

near empty feeder

sparrows throw seeds

of discontent

Kim Klugh

By G.R. LeBlanc

after the funeral

the laughter

of small children

G.R. LeBlanc

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

when they retire

do they keep their rulers

nuns

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Mike Gallagher

two crows

homeward bound

two nuns

Mike Gallagher

By anne morrigan

in ador—

    timid

        —ation

anne morrigan

By Anna Cates

sometimes a wish

becomes a butterfly

becomes a dragon

Anna Cates

Cold Moon Journal's 2023 Pushcart Prize Nominations (for Poetry)

Congratulations to these six talented poets:

Orrin PréJean

https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2022/07/by-orrin-prejean_15.html

H.A. Sappho

https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2022/04/by-h-sappho.html

Jay Friedenberg

https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2022/04/by-jay-friedenberg.html

Bisshie

https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2022/09/by-bisshie.html

Mike Gallagher

https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2022/09/by-mike-gallagher.html

Keith Evetts

https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2022/07/by-keith-evetts_3.html

 

Final selection notices will be in the (postal) mail to editors in April of 2023. All winning poets receive a free copy of the annual print anthology.

By A.J. Anwar

hot breeze—

rumors travel beyond

borders
 

A.J. Anwar

By Hassane Zemmouri

railway—

pupils waving to

strange travelers

Hassane Zemmouri

By Kerry J Heckman

sitting 

across from buddha

sitting
 

Kerry J Heckman

By Pris Campbell

mornings

without birdsong

barred, too

from words of love

as my deafness deepens

Pris Campbell

By Chris Langer

the spotted dragonfly

in turn

spots me

Chris Langer