Recap
February was a busy month at Cold Moon Journal. Of the 85 poets published, 17 appeared here for the first time. Congratulations to all.
Our eclectic batch of March poems will start up in a couple of days.
Don't forget to submit your April poems.
In the meantime, I can announce my new Alien Buddha Press book of micro fiction has just launched (available at amazon). I’m excited to share the cover of Demitasse Fiction: One-Minute Reads for Busy People with you.
refrigerator hum—
the sound
of
silence
M.
R. Pelletier
*
yard sale—
she gets rid of things
he
never needed
M. R. Pelletier
fog-shrouded
field . . .
silver birch stands
unseen
Bipasha
Majumder (De)
*
lakeside walk . . .
a salmon sips
the
rainbow
Bipasha
Majumder (De)
end
of quarantine–
the smell of cherry
blossoms
retest my senses
Mihaela Babusanu
masonry nails
repeatedly hammered
splitting
my head
Aaron Bn
*
moonlight seeps through
branches of sleeping giants
recharging
for spring
Aaron Bn
winter piazza
chestnuts wrapped
in
yesterday's news
Helen Ogden
*
church tour
the beggar on the steps
extends
his hand
Helen Ogden
fishing a haiku
in the wild labyrinth
of
my mind
Sreenath
*
shadows
on the churchyards
graveyard
shift begins ...
Sreenath
river rocks
skirted with ice . . .
still
grieving
Kristen Lindquist
*
spring wind
a door creaks open
in
the hemlock grove
Kristen Lindquist
spring vase
dry leaves unfolding
butterfly wings
Mike
Gallagher
*
dawn
light
peering through mist
dim stars
Mike Gallagher
quiet breeze
a hummingbird dances
with
falling leaves
Chris Langer
*
black coat
along the fine stitching
small
snowflakes rest
Chris Langer
I miss you like a home
But one that’s unrecognizable
Repainted,
long gone
Regina Florene P. Tan
frosted
trees a branch of silence
Adrian Bouter
*
month
of birth the unmarked date
Adrian Bouter
*
sleet
I dream the map of Spain
Adrian Bouter
unknowing
the path stream leaves
Ranice Tara
*
water
rushing the funeral flowers
Ranice Tara
wall
of clouds —
sometimes I sleep
with the light on
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
*
day
moon
I indulge in the luxury
of illusions
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo