ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
Dad would come home after too long at work
and I’d sit on his lap to hear
the story of Ferdinand the Bull; every night,...
It’d been a long winter, rags of snow hanging on; then, at the end
of April, an icy nor’easter, powerful as a hurricane. But now
I’ve landed on the coast of Maine, visiting a friend who lives...
Go home. It's never what you think it is,
The kiss, the diamond, the slamdance pulse in the wrist.
Nothing is true, my dear, not even this ...
Fires, always fires after midnight,
the sun depending in the purple birches
This downpour of bad reasoning, this age-old swarm,
this buzzing about town, this kick and stomp
through gardens, this snag on the way to the mall,...
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom
But Thee, long buried in the silent Tomb, ...
Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea....
A little girl made of sugar and spice and everything nice was eaten by someone with a sweet tooth the size of an elephant’s tusk.
Ah, he said, this darn tooth, it’s driving me nuts.
In the new century,
we lose the art of many things.
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