ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2016-2017 competition.
If but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: “Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy, ...
when i went to summer camp the white kids had a tendency
to shorten names of important institutions. make Northwestern
University into NU. international relations into IR. everybody...
What is a woman that you forsake her,
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre,
To go with the old grey Widow-maker? ...
He lived—childhood summers
thru bare feet
then years of money’s lack ...
I sigh for the heavenly country,
Where the heavenly people pass,
And the sea is as quiet as a mirror...
The snail moves like a
Hovercraft, held up by a
Rubber cushion of itself, ...
Nothing has changed. They have a welcome sign,
a hill with cows and a white house on top,
a mall and grocery store where people shop,...
Behold and soak like a sponge.
I have discovered that the island of Puerto Rico
is the ears of Saru-Saru, a poet reputed to have lived ...
On the crowded hill bordering the mill,
across the shallow stream, nearer than they seem,
they wait and will be waiting....
Gotta love us brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips,
decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips.
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