ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
Buffalo Bill ’s
who used to...
The bug’s psalm: don’t get crushed.
Afterlives feel meaningless
but spring will come,...
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spine
And a keel as steel as a root that holds in the sea as she leans,
Leaning and laughing, my warm-hearted beauty, you ride, you ride,...
Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper, ...
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