By Christian Ward

Trees undress themselves

Christian Ward

By Jackie Chou

basement haven

a ceiling water stain

smiles at me


Jackie Chou

Pushcart Prize Nominations by Roberta Beach Jacobson

The Pushcart Prize honors the best poetry, short fiction, creative nonfiction and essays published (in print or online) by small-press magazines and book publishers. 

The poetry nominations for 2021 from Cold Moon Journal were mailed to Pushcart Press in New York today. Congratulations to these talented poets:

Yasir Farooq

https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2021/10/by-yasir-farooq.html

Vladislav Hristov

https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2021/02/by-vladislav-hristov.html

JL Huffman

https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2021/04/by-jl-huffman.html

Barrie Levine

https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2021/10/by-barrie-levine_22.html

Miriam Sagan

https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2021/03/by-miriam-sagan.html

Stephen Toft

https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2021/09/by-stephen-toft.html

By John J. Dunphy

Daylight Savings Time ends

my car clock correct

again

John J. Dunphy

By Christian Ward

Rain makes boats of everything

Christian Ward

By Tim Murphy

loud rain

telling secrets

through art

Tim Murphy

By Barrie Levine

autumn light . . .

her skin

pouring gold

Barrie Levine

By Helene Guojah

earnest faces

in drizzle

subtitled

Helene Guojah

By Eufemia Griffo

first frost

the last leaves sparkle

in the twilight

Eufemia Griffo

By Keith Evetts

wet Monday

mute life stories

waiting for a bus

Keith Evetts

By Devoshruti Mandal

scattered stars collecting my thoughts

Devoshruti Mandal

By Barrie Levine

beyond the ridge no end to the stars

Barrie Levine

By Mona Bedi

winter fog

the colour of silence

is grey


Mona Bedi

By Frank William Finney

The clacking of clogs

On a well-heeled street.

Thunderclouds spitting at rooftops.

Frank William Finney

By Mircea Moldovan

wounded moon

the hermit's prayer

a scream

Mircea Moldovan

By Keith Evetts

vortex my cerebral cortex

Keith Evetts

By Ron Scully

crack in the glass

sealed by ticks of ice

holds all winter


Ron Scully