ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2018-2019 competition.
As a boy I bicycled the block
w/a brown mop top falling
into a tail bleached blond,...
By the stream, where the ground is soft
and gives, under the slightest pressure—even
the fly would leave its footprint here ...
When love was a question, the message arrived
in the beak of a wire and plaster bird. The coloratura
was hardly to be believed. For flight,...
The lords of life, the lords of life,—
I saw them pass,
In their own guise,...
Like Crusoe with the bootless gold we stand ...
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