ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2016-2017 competition.
To cure myself of wanting Cuban songs,
I wrote a Cuban song about the need
For people to suppress their fantasies,...
It’s the mystery of the hunt that intrigues me,
That drives us like lemmings, but cautiously—
The search for a bright square cloud—the scent of lemon verbena—...
The day was mild, the light was generous.
The German on the café terrace
held a small book on his lap....
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