ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
The house is so quiet now
The vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet,
Its bag limp as a stopped lung, its mouth ...
Lady, lovely lady,
Careless and gay!
Once when a beggar called...
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say ...
Cherry plums suck a week’s soak,
overnight they explode into the scenery of before
your touch. The curtains open on the end of our past. ...
Too high, too high to pluck
My heart shall swing.
A fruit no bee shall suck, ...
Your first thought when the light snaps on and the black wings
clatter about the kitchen is a bat
My husband has a crush on Myrna Loy,
and likes to rent her movies, for a treat.
It makes some evenings harder to enjoy. ...
No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately.
I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness,
For my surrounding air hath a new lightness; ...
People whose lives have been shaped
by history—and it is always tragic—
do not want to talk about it,...
A monstrosity in the alley.
A many-bodied movement grouped
for terror, their flights’ brief shadows...
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