old coat
who will you keep warm
when I am gone?
—M. R. Pelletier
Sunday, March 2, 2025
Joshua St. Claire
my cries
muffled by cherry blossoms
tax day
—Joshua St. Claire
cloud panorama all that’s left of a single heron
—Joshua St. Claire
Tuyet Van Do
midnight silence
on the power line
a still possum
—Tuyet Van Do
checking emails
in the kitchen
the clock ticking
—Tuyet Van Do
catch up with old friends
on the verandah
kookaburras laughing
—Tuyet Van Do
Ranu Jain (from 2024)
Image and words by Ranu Jain
Editor's Note: This haiga is from the "lost" work from 2024 curated by Roberta Beach Jacobson.
Saturday, March 1, 2025
Thursday, February 27, 2025
Editor's Note (end of February 2025)
Dear community members of CMJ,
We have just finished publishing all texts for February. We're grateful for all your submissions and patience as we get used to things. Take-home messages for you:
1) From now on, we will be publishing poems on a rolling basis. This means that, once we catch up (which will be soon), there will be anywhere between a couple of days and a month between us receiving your poem and it being curated and published. This means that texts sent in a given month can be now published in that same month. We won't send notification of receipt because we don't want to use automated messages, but we will of course notify you of acceptance (and immediate publication) or rejection.
2) As before, send only one batch (of up to 5 poems OR photos OR one haibun/tanka prose/haiga) per calendar month.
3) We have chosen our first four nominations for the Touchstone Awards 2025 (to cover January and February), which will be announced on Instagram and BlueSky. At the end of June and December we'll also mention all of the nominees up to those dates here on the CMJ website.
Without further ado, let's get back to poetry!
Timothy and Oana.
Wednesday, February 26, 2025
Govind Joshi
rising
from afternoon nap
low winter sun
—Govind Joshi
winter sunshine
the warmth
of a river stone
—Govind Joshi
Katie Montagna
breakfast show
intense, intense, fade-out
the sky behind the pines
—Katie Montagna
sunlight glinting
off the wingtips
of geese
—Katie Montagna
drawing me
down the beach
this full moon
—Katie Montagna
Susan Lee Roberts
first day—
gathering a bouquet
of pussy willows
—Susan Lee Roberts
mom’s house …
sun beams
on my paintings
—Susan Lee Roberts
Ann Sullivan
frozen pipes
waiting for
my head to explode
—Ann Sullivan
new morning
waking up
without bird song
—Ann Sullivan
overnight snow . . .
a deluge of paws
in and out of her garden
—Ann Sullivan
emoji . . .
wondering why
she never says it
—Ann Sullivan
Swati Ved
flowers
breaking the rules of Vāstu-śāstra*,
blossoms in all directions
—Swati Ved
*the ancient Indian architectural design and science
Joseph P. Wechselberger
business lunch
a bit of green
in his smile
—Joseph P. Wechselberger
bruised fruit
she says
she fell
—Joseph P. Wechselberger
Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
the hug
a little distance
keeps us together
—Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
death haiku—
after the fragment
a long pause
—Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
earthquake
the landlord's white shirt
full of soil
—Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
border value crossed
they call me
sweety
—Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
rescue boat
a boy's request
for one more trip
—Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
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