ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
The Goddess who created this passing world
Said Let there be lightbulbs & liquefaction
Life spilled out onto the street, colors whirled...
Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don’t think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’s—oh...
Before the war leaned in and blew out
the candles, there were many long days
where lovers called themselves lovers...
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? ...
From the kindness of my parents
I suppose it was that I held
that belief about suffering ...
Man, looking into the sea—
taking the view from those who have as much right to it as you have it to yourself—
it is human nature to stand in the middle of a thing ...
She wants to set the house on fire,
gas in both hands, gas on the wall.
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air ...
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