USB port
always slotting it
the wrong way
—Jay Friedenberg
Rorschach clouds
the disapproving glare
of dad's face
—Jay Friedenberg
Cold Moon Journal
Fossombrone, Italy — Credits: Oana Maria Cercel
Monday, February 10, 2025
By Steliana Cristina Voicu
after the rain…
a bellflower greeting
the moon
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
peonies in bloom
the one near the yard
no one knows about
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
By Robert Witmer
churchyard
an ancient yew
bent with snow
—Robert Witmer
a marked page
in a library book
dating app
—Robert Witmer
Sunday, February 9, 2025
By Alvin B. Cruz
table for two
the melting candle
between us
—Alvin B. Cruz
cherry blossoms
in late spring
the tree i planted
though i will not sit
in its shade
—Alvin B. Cruz
another home
in ruins
winter deepens
—Alvin B. Cruz
the letter
that never reached you
wisteria blossoms
—Alvin B. Cruz
By Steve Black (from 2024)
back in town
going by a different name
too late to run
too late to be forgiven
hurricane season
—Steve Black
painkiller
she washes the day
from my back
anoints oil to the scars
that never go away
—Steve Black
the back door
into the night
i left open
i thought
she would close
—Steve Black
Editor's Note: These are from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.
Saturday, February 8, 2025
By Aja Rhianna
last pail of milk
we say goodbye
to our favorite cow
—Aja Rhianna
gentle waves
the calm
before moonlight
—Aja Rhianna
by Nicoletta Ignatti
moonspots...
she keeps all her secrets
to herself
—Nicoletta Ignatti
spring twilight-
telling her
we will no longer be friends
—Nicoletta Ignatti
Friday, February 7, 2025
By Deborah Karl-Brandt
cat's eyes
the blackbird tunes into
fortissimo
—Deborah Karl-Brandt
worn-out socks
learning how to mend them
into a haiku
—Deborah Karl-Brandt
Thursday, February 6, 2025
By John J. Dunphy
outdoor nativity scene
one of the Wise Men
facing the wrong way
—John J. Dunphy
his last road trip
my friend arrives
at the cemetery
—John J. Dunphy
Wednesday, February 5, 2025
By Oscar Luparia
licking a stamp
the flavor
of nostalgia
—Oscar Luparia
homemade bread
a handful of sesame seeds
for the sparrows
—Oscar Luparia
Shine on, a haibun by David Ngo
Shine on
Amid the rhythm of machines in the ICU, you ride the relentless tide of a stroke, each breath straining to fill your fading lungs—all for one thought: the uncertain future of those left behind.
twilight...
the fading flicker
of a spark
(in memoriam, my late mother Ling Boey King, 1936-2025)
—David Ngo
Tuesday, February 4, 2025
By Joanna Ashwell
votives
by the window
early shadow
—Joanna Ashwell
night chrysalis
lost in the snow
forest stars
—Joanna Ashwell
By j rap
birthday song
a balloon floats
above the moon
—j rap
inside his silence an echo of dad’s
—j rap
descending the peak
by full moon
rock fall
—j rap
Editor's Note: forthcoming texts, editorial team
Dear contributors and readers of Cold Moon Journal,
I am delighted to be taking over from Robin and writing this first post, and to announce that from hereon, I'll be adding the texts chosen for publication in February (Robin may well continue adding some previously accepted texts due to them getting lost).
I'm joined for my editorial duties by Oana Maria Cercel, who along with being co-editor, will also be responsible for social media promotion of your work. We'll choose two texts each month for the Touchstone Awards, leaving us 6 choices at the end of the year for a bit of wiggle room (we'll submit 30 each year). We'll announce these Touchstone Nominations at the end of each month on Instagram, and on the website at the end of the year. Follow the IG here and Facebook here. If you post your work, please tag the account!
Here's Oana's bio: Oana Maria Cercel is simply a shrewd human being that fears what mankind is capable of, given our inability to accept our fundamental connection to the abundant quality that already exists.
Some of you may have noticed that after our first editorial screening of the texts, where I think a poem could be a better fit through a little tweaking, I will suggest this over e-mail. This means, please send only up to five texts in total, made up of haiku/senryu/tanka/mini-haibun/haiga/photos.
Without further ado, let's read some poetry!
Thank you,
Timothy and Oana
By Joshua Eric Williams
inkblot god
the rotting
leaves
Joshua Eric
Williams
longer
nights
the sleep in these
hooded eyes
Joshua Eric Williams
each
word
after the first
river delta
Joshua Eric
Williams
Sunday, February 2, 2025
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