ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2018-2019 competition.
And if sun comesHow shall we greet him?
Shall we not dread him,
Shall we not fear him...
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....
First hold the needle
like a lover’s hand
Lower it slowly...
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....
Two guitars were left in a room all alone
They sat on different corners of the parlor
In this solitude they started talking to each other...
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye, ...
- 8 of 8