ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one...
We have the body of a woman, an arch over the ground, but there
is no danger. Her hair falls, spine bowed, but no one is with her.
The desert, yes, with its cacti, bursage, sidewinders. She is not in...
It isn’t me, he’d say,
stepping out of a landscape
that offered, he’d thought, the backdrop...
It’s the little towns I like
with their little mills making ratchets
and stanchions, elastic web, ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool...
It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down -
It was not Night, for all the Bells...
It would be neat if with the New Year
I could leave my loneliness behind with the old year.
My leathery loneliness an old pair of work boots...
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