By Scott Wiggerman

sprain

walking the walk

from my sofa

Scott Wiggerman

By Vincenzo Adamo

and on the balconies

snow accumulates—

plastic flowers

Vincenzo Adamo

my actions

go down in value—

autumn leaves

Vincenzo Adamo

falling stars—

a pandemic strikes

wishes

Vincenzo Adamo

By Mark Gilbert

hidden in the noise a humpback's song

Mark Gilbert

it’s

winter

when the last

tear-shaped pear

hits the ground

Mark Gilbert

By Mark Forrester

fog rolls in the song of a saltmarsh sparrow

Mark Forrester

By Fatma Zohra Habis

migratory birds

return to their nests

after winter's chill

I set off to find

you once more

Fatma Zohra Habis

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.

By Alvin B. Cruz

a love letter to keep forever stamps

Alvin B. Cruz

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

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

By Mona Bedi

first snow the shape of her breath


Mona Bedi

meditation class the weight of my thoughts


Mona Bedi

still there

on his social media

my friend’s obituary


Mona Bedi

By Shawn Blair

on full display

bones etched

by a whaler

Shawn Blair

By Katherine E Winnick

saffron moon —

a moment

of epiphany

Katherine E Winnick

By C.X. Turner

spilled wine

the ways I learned

not to speak

C.X. Turner

pumpkin soup

the earthy sweetness

of a stray seed

C.X. Turner

By M. R. Pelletier

winter solstice

my beard lengthens more quickly

than the day

M. R. Pelletier

By Bryan Rickert

every piece

chipped but loved

garage sale tea set

Bryan Rickert

home alone

my reflection

in every window

Bryan Rickert

overturned turtle

I, too, am trying

to set myself right

Bryan Rickert

By Tony Steven Williams

as the day

draws on

clouds thicken

you're clearly

up to something

Tony Steven Williams

patient eyes

adjust to the dark sky

. . . more stars emerge

 

Tony Steven Williams

By Joanne Merriam

the dust on your inheritance

his last exhale

Joanne Merriam

By Govind Joshi

his voice

the softness

of petals

Govind Joshi

By Françoise Maurice

Halloween

my dark side

for one night

Françoise Maurice

By Maurice Nevile

as it turns out

my new Disney socks

are kids' size

Maurice Nevile

By Tony Williams

pre-Christmas

a closer look

at my face in a bauble

Tony Williams

somewhere

on a spectrum

…sleet

Tony Williams