Cold Moon Journal
Thursday, May 23, 2024
By Sarah Paris
spring
rain
green traffic lights
in a puddle
Sarah Paris
after
the storm
a skeleton tree cradles
dawn
Sarah Paris
Saturday, May 18, 2024
Touchstone Award Nominations (January through April 2024)
Announcing the Touchstone Award nominations from CMJ:
traffic slows
I move the dead rabbit
to
safety
Tom Clausen
if peace
were a sound
snow
angels
C.X. Turner
my inner bear
begins to hibernate
cold
moon
Alfred Booth
a leafless tree
raises arms to the sky
praying
for peace
Neena Singh
grunting
I try not to be an animal
but
I am
Tony Williams
it
could be winter or it could be worse
Robert Epstein
periodic table
the stars that flow
through
us
Eugeniusz Zacharski
power outage
learning the shapes
of
familiar things
Helen Ogden
his first recital
a round of applause
for
all the pink
Barrie Levine
claiming
the American dream an American gun
Susan Yavaniski
windstorm
reading a letter
not
meant for me
Ruth Holzer
Friday, May 17, 2024
By Nicola Schaum
the deaf cat sees, I listen
summer
rain
Nicola Schaum
cloud
spotting my troubles shifting shape
Nicola Schaum
termite tango
drifting wings
glisten
at dusk
Nicola Schaum
By Mallika Chari
overcast sky
nothing to do, she watches
the
cawing crow
Mallika Chari
continuous drizzle
the street vendor’s restlessness
all
day long
Mallika Chari
prayer
we repeat it
in our mother tongue
Mallika Chari
By Helen Ogden
biding its time
a poppy bud
about
to bloom
Helen Ogden
folding laundry
the odd sock
set
aside
Helen Ogden
condolences
the heavy weight
of
empty space
Helen Ogden
leap day
keeping pace
with the planets
Helen Ogden
Thursday, May 16, 2024
By Anthony Lusardi
waiting
for
the storm to pass . . .
counting seconds
between the
flash
and the boom
Anthony Lusardi
By M. R. Pelletier
Three hours
before the alarm—patterns
in the ceiling
M.
R. Pelletier
Sunday in the park—
a sermon
of barks
M. R.
Pelletier
By Shawn Blair
breaking news
from Tokyo
cherry
blossoms
Shawn Blair
old headstones
the preacher
leans
on his wife
Shawn Blair
Tuesday, May 14, 2024
By Ishan Anagh
grey morning
along an eagle’s flight
the
passing sky
Ishan Anagh
a bookmark…
carried from book to book
endings
Ishan Anagh
late afternoon –
my father’s voice
growing
old in the wind
Ishan Anagh
By Melissa Laussmann
first buds
heed its call
spring
moon
Melissa Laussmann
cherry blossoms–
this ephemeral life
whispers
in the dark
Melissa Laussmann
twilight breeze–
the scent of jasmine
lingers
on her robe
Melissa Laussmann
By Susan Yavaniski
Mother Earth
on
life support
Susan Yavaniski
dark sky sanctuary
the Dipper catches
another
satellite
Susan Yavaniski
mud season
up to my ears
in
travel brochures
Susan Yavaniski
melting glacier
a loophole
in
the law
Susan Yavaniski
By Joanna Ashwell
day moon
just a fable
in
darkness
Joanna Ashwell
night lantern
the wishing star
of
a dream
Joanna
Ashwell
snow dark
the inner silence
of
a wish
Joanna Ashwell
Monday, May 13, 2024
By Wanda Amos
head banging
to a backbeat
the
mosh pit mayhem
Wanda Amos
common sense calls…
breaking the glass ceiling
with self-belief
she cuts through
the
bullshit
Wanda Amos
date night where to now
Wanda Amos
pressing snooze
...again
the
cat and i
Wanda
Amos
Sunday, May 12, 2024
By Sharon Ferrante
waning moon
the point he tries to make
fading
Sharon Ferrante
he can’t sleep
so he writes me a poem
about the cricket
in the corner
that
never sleeps
Sharon Ferrante
afternoon tea
strong stories
brewing
Sharon Ferrante
a long day
I shake the regrets
from
my wings
Sharon Ferrante
Saturday, May 11, 2024
By Richard Bailly
primeval atom
expanding infinitely
time
and space
Richard Bailly
heading
toward the coast
night
rain
Richard Bailly
By Maya Daneva
spring
deepens the colour of this tree
Maya Daneva
marshy lake
on either side
mating
frogs
Maya Daneva
By Govind Joshi
valley of flowers
entering the twilight
mountain
trail
Govind Joshi
early departure
the silence
of
the chicks
Govind Joshi
By Ruth Holzer
reaching
through the chain-link fence
one
white iris
Ruth Holzer
at the end
of the familiar journey
this time
I won't find mom or dad
or
anyone I know
Ruth Holzer
By Alvin B. Cruz
in the woods
a loneliness silenced
by
birdsong
Alvin B. Cruz
hospice window
moonlight enters
without
permission
Alvin B. Cruz