ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
Her body is not so white as
anemony petals nor so smooth—nor
so remote a thing. It is a field...
Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do...
They got old, they got old and died. But first—
okay but first they composed plangent depictions
of how much they lost and how much cared about losing....
What People are Saying