Month: December 2019

2019 Fall Contest, Members Only: Honorable Mentions and Judge’s Comments

1st Honorable Mention: “El Corazón del Invierno” by Michael Hanner, Eugene, OR          2nd Honorable Mention: “Even If It Hurts” by Karen Keltz, Tillamook, OR 3rd Honorable Mention: “What I Learn” by Lorna Rose, Wenatchee, WA Judge’s comments I’ve awarded First Honorable Mention to “El Corazón del Invierno” for its energetic movement and colorful glimpses of …

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2019 Fall Contest, New Poets: Honorable Mentions and Judge’s Comments

1st Honorable Mention: “Stage Four” by Jackie McManus, Lyle, WA 2nd Honorable Mention: “Someday” by Mary Theis, Talent, OR 3rd Honorable Mention: “Unraveling” by Norm Baxter, Salem, OR Judge’s comments In reading this year’s batch of poems, I was stirred with how, throughout the whole of these poems, resounds a clear and overarching note of …

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2019 Fall Contest Winner: Traditional Form—1st Place, Blank Verse

Gifted by Diana Morley Death comes sudden, so I hear, heart gives out or mishap: ladder tipped, car crash… Yet some lives linger, some die slowly—move closer day by day, one by one, no news—dying soft as they live on the go right to the last day when they know it’s time for leaving, for …

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2019 Fall Contest Winner: Traditional Form—2nd Place, Blank Verse

The Prince: First Anniversary by Carolyn Martin She will not let it go: her narrative about shape-shifting steeds and bullying step-relatives. I’ve begged her to delete the past and re-compose her life. I can’t, she turns her back on me. Not now. Not yet. The fact is she electrified that night. The metaphor of lightning …

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2019 Fall Contest Winner: Traditional Form—Blank Verse, 3rd Place

Elegy for Hands by Susan Morse My hands are like a tree. Cut them open Expose the rings. Take notice, I tell you! Cupped upon my fingers, ten moons, each one unique with its own spots, mapped with imprints of this world, whole histories carved within. My left hand the sluggard, unlearned—the right, ambitious, pimp …

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