By Michelle Cicillini

the ocean waves—hello and goodbye

Michelle Cicillini

By Agnes Eva Savich

girlhood the power of the gaze

Agnes Eva Savich

Guidelines for Contributors

You are invited to submit a single email containing 5 - 10 poems (in the spirit of haiku/senryu/tanka) per calendar month, although occasionally we will publish sequences. No themes. Poems must be your original work (not AI!) and in English. Previously unpublished work is preferred, but poems appearing on social media are acceptable.

No e-mail attachments will be opened. Please send to: coldmoonjournal(at)gmail(dot)com.

Poems received in a given month will be considered for publication in Cold Moon Journal the following month. (In other words, if you send your poems in March, they will be competing for April space.) Is your writing style traditional? Fine. Gendai or experimental? Also welcome, although we can’t accommodate much in the way of special formatting.

We are happy to consider your artwork, particularly black-and-white photographs.

There is no money in this, but all rights revert back to the poet upon publication.

We strive to respond quickly (within two weeks, usually faster). Both acceptance and rejection notices are sent. New haiku/senryu/tanka (or sequences or artwork) are added to Cold Moon Journal several times a week. You can view the most popular poems (scroll down to bottom right of the journal for the list).

You will never see anything here that suggests racism, violence or prejudice.

This journal nominates for various annual haiku and poetry awards.

Roberta Beach Jacobson, Editor (she/her)

Updated: January 27, 2024

By Mona Bedi

full moon

the nights you sang

me a lullaby

Mona Bedi

By Ram Chandran

lying

under starlit sky

I think of Van Gogh

Ram Chandran

By David He

the pine shadow

sweeps onto the window

every night

as the moon rises

our cat stares

David He

By Keith Evetts

on the one hand

I couldn't live

forever wondering

what's on

the other hand 

 

Keith Evetts

By Orrin PréJean

dandelion seeds

the confetti

of my childhood

Orrin PréJean

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

everything i no longer crave after the forest

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Keith Evetts

square moon someone else's god

Keith Evetts

By Orrin PréJean

my

forties –

a

time

of

ma-

ny

ad-

just-

ments

Orrin PréJean

Through the Telescope: Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

We congratulate frequent contributor Tiffany Shaw-Diaz, recognized as a top-eight volunteer (of more than 6,000) for the NASA citizen science project, Active Asteroids. Way to go, Tiffany!

 

 

By Orrin PréJean

summer day

going over month's budget

shirtless

Orrin PréJean

By Keith Evetts

pasque flowers

what if everything

is true

Keith Evetts

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

fire crackles the algebra within a petal

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Orrin PréJean

in the night suspended between shadow and more shadow

Orrin PréJean

By Keith Evetts

so many birds my empty hands

Keith Evetts

from every angle by Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

 To purchase any of this artist’s works: society6(dot)com