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Second Place Senior Division (Grades 9 – 12)
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Fifth Place Junior Division (Grades 6 – 8)
Christopher Rogers, The Life of a Short Kid, Judson Middle School, Salem, teacher Karen Kinnett
Fourth Place Junior Division (Grades 6 – 8)
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- Posted: May 15, 2018
“Water as Much as Anything,” “Migrants Immigrants Welcome,” “Greater Good,” and “At the Human Test Site” recently published in MOMENTS BEFORE MIDNIGHT, Oregon Poets Write for Ecological, Social, Political, and Economic Justice, an anthology by Bob Hill Publishing, edited by Amalie Rush Hill.
LATEST BOOK REVIEW (EXCERPT)
by Arn Strasser
Budding Branch Books, an imprint of Asher & Merriman Publishers
2015, 89 pp., $19.95
Before Dreaming almost is correct; Between Dreaming would be accurate. Arn Strasser’s collection investigates the interaction between the dream state and wakefulness. He approaches the enigma of the dream world with both wonder and dread, exploring the boundaries between living and dead, youth and age, adventure and solace. Without magniloquence, he takes the reader on a journey from as close as the dining room and sofa to the markets and shores of Sardinia.
For Strasser, sleep is not a separate condition, but a way to access both memories and the future. Dream and memory inextricably intertwine in the book, most literally in the penultimate set of poems
called “The Wanderers.”
… so we may wander
of our dreams … .
these constellations of our
desires, a twilight of
… Do you hear
of the dead,
who speak in memory … .
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MOST RECENT POET’S SPOTLIGHT
by Judy Richardson
Before eight in the morning
there is only myself in the park
and a dozen crows near the trail,
another thirty or so in the distance.
I like how sometimes a group
of them will burst like benign buckshot
from one tree to another, at last
settling in tiers on an oak, then
making a racket; how they will drop
to the ground afterwards and realign
themselves, close family members
I read once that when a crow dies,
its family forms a line, each member
stepping up to the body in silence.
They like to know what happened,
if there’s a lesson to be learned. No
lesson here, even a Frisbee won’t catch
crows off guard, and in the morning
they strut across the wide grass
like proprietors, the sun making
black jewels of their feathers.
The poems in the “New Poet” category were impressive and explored a wide array of themes. I enjoyed reading each and every one, especially in this category. I have a special ... Read all of this item.