ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
If that someone who’s me yet not me yet who judges me is always with me, ...
You are clear ...
Two hundred seventy
Ghost Dancers died dreaming
That humanity would drown...
A brenda is missing—where is she?
Summon the seeds & weeds, the desert whooshes. Phone the finch
with the crowded beak; a little pretenda...
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; ...
sparrow puts all his
More than ample a deadfall of one meter eighty to split
my temple apart on the herringbone parquet and crash
the operating system, tripping an automated shutdown...
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against Fate; ...
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil ...
Her e-mail inbox always overflows.
Her outbox doesn’t get much use at all.
She puts on hold the umpteen-billionth call ...
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