ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
I see you shuffle up Washington Street
whenever I am driving much too fast:
you, chub & bug-eyed, jaw like a loaf...
A fourth was needed so one of the three
Invited a friend and I came along as a spare
In case a chair was empty since I could fill...
The mask that burns like a violin, the mask
that sings only dead languages, that loves
the destruction of being put on. The mask...
Dense night is a needs thing.
You were lured...
Once upon a time
I caught a little rhyme
Let it not your wonder move,
Less your laughter, that I love.
Though I now write fifty years, ...
It seems like you could, butyou can’t go back and pull
the roots and runners and replant.
It’s all too deep for that....
The white chocolate jar full of petals
swills odds and ends around in a dizzying eye
of four o’clocks now and to come. The tiger, ...
When I was a child I knew red miners
dressed raggedly and wearing carbide lamps.
I saw them come down red hills to their camps...
A little black thing among the snow,
Crying "weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? say?"...
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