ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2018-2019 competition.
That was the year we drove
into the commune in Cornwall.
“Jesus Jim,” mam said,...
sauntering out of the almost-
silly West, on your face...
The summer of nineteen eighteen
I read The Jungle and The
Research Magnificent. That fall ...
Saturday mornings, before
my weekly chores,
I used to sneak out of the house...
What did he do except lie
under a pear tree, wrapped in
a great cloak, and meditate...
Learn from the man who spends much of his life speaking
To the back of your head knowing what it means to follow
The barnacle is rather odd —
It’s not related to the clam
Or limpet. It’s an arthropod,...
The warping night air having brought the boom
Of an owl’s voice into her darkened room,
We tell the wakened child that all she heard...
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,...
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fatal lightning of his terrible swift sword: ...
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