ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
I see you shuffle up Washington Street
whenever I am driving much too fast:
you, chub & bug-eyed, jaw like a loaf...
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream ...
At the mouth of the river,
Moon, stars, an Arctic calm,
The twin lights at the end of the piers...
Calmly we walk through this April’s day,
Metropolitan poetry here and there,
In the park sit pauper and rentier, ...
We tied branches to our helmets.
We painted our faces & rifles
with mud from a riverbank,...
Up the reputable walks of old established trees
They stalk, children of the nouveaux riches; chimes
Of the tall Clock Tower drench their heads in blessing: ...
If on your grandmother's birthday you burn a candle
To honor her memory, you might think of burning an extra
To honor the memory of someone who never met her, ...
A fourth was needed so one of the three
Invited a friend and I came along as a spare
In case a chair was empty since I could fill...
The mask that burns like a violin, the mask
that sings only dead languages, that loves
the destruction of being put on. The mask...
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