ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2016-2017 competition.
Dead friends coming back to life, dead family,
speaking languages living and dead, their minds retentive,
their five senses intact, their footprints like a butterfly’s, ...
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart, ...
I have met them in dark alleys, limping and one-armed;
I have seen them playing cards under a single light-bulb
and tried to join in, but they refused me rudely, ...
Seated once by a brook, watching a child
Chiefly that paddled, I was thus beguiled.
Mellow the blackbird sang and sharp the thrush...
Buffalo Bill ’s
who used to...
The bug’s psalm: don’t get crushed.
Afterlives feel meaningless
but spring will come,...
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spine
And a keel as steel as a root that holds in the sea as she leans,
Leaning and laughing, my warm-hearted beauty, you ride, you ride,...
Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper, ...
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