ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture.
Pinched a scent of night jasmine billowing off the fence,
popped it right in....
Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June's long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine....
Where there’s smoke
there are mirrors
I look through glass and see a young woman
of twenty, washing dishes, and the window
turns into a painting. She is myself thirty years ago....
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye, ...
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