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....