ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2016-2017 competition.
Maybe you’ve heard about this. Maybe not.
A man came home and chucked his girlfriend’s cat
In the wood chipper. This really happened....
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood ...
The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;
For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects’ faith doth ebb, ...
My story’s told in the mis-dial’s
hesitance & anonyms of crank calls,
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,...
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land,
Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows.
In the great hour of destiny they stand, ...
I am driving; it is dusk; Minnesota.
The stubble field catches the last growth of sun. ...
There’s blue, and then there’s blue.
A number, not a hue, this blue
is not the undertone of any one...
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