ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
I was birthed restless and elsewhere
gut dragging and bulging with ball lightning, slush,...
In a field
I am the absence
Just tell me who the hell am I?
What powers did I, do I hold?
What right have I to say “my”...
Are you shaken, are you stirred
By a whisper of love,
Spellbound to a word...
The fork lived with the knife
and found it hard — for years
took nicks and scratches,...
We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
Grayed in, and gray. “Dream” makes a giddy sound, not strong
Like “rent,” “feeding a wife,” “satisfying a man.”...
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