Month: June 2020

NOMINATIONS ARE OPEN FOR OPA’S PATRICIA RUTH BANTA AWARD

Do you know of an individual or group who deserves recognition for their contributions to the culture of poetry in Oregon? Consider nominating them for OPA’s Patricia Ruth Banta Award, which honors an individual or group that has made a significant contribution to Oregon poetry and to OPA’s mission.  Download the nomination form below: print, …

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2020 Spring Contest Winners: Poet’s Choice: 1st Place Winner

Baby, It’s Cold Outside (a Vivianne sonnet variation) Barbara Blanks As embryos we each explore the wall of womb that holds us. It’s the first place joy is felt—mom’s heartbeat like a lullaby.   Cocooned in touch, that’s how we interact. We’re chastised just as soon as we can crawl or walk. Just look! Hands off! …

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2020 Spring Contest Winners: Poet’s Choice: 2nd Place Winner

Arachnidæa: Line Drawings Stephen Pollock I. Extravagance at dawn  — your finest threads are strung with pearls and you, a brooch with a clasp. Magnify the shiny spheres to divine that each conceals a miniature, an image of struggling wings, of life undone. Pass at the critical angle, and they flash and snap in the …

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The Leaf, by Nancy Christopherson, reviewed by Paul Telles

The Leaf by Nancy Christopherson Nancy Christopherson (July 13, 2015), 66 pp $8 ISBN #: 978-0-692-42433-9 Available at: http://www.nancychristophersonpoetry.com/ In her 2015 book, The Leaf, Oregon poet Nancy Christopherson showcases uncommon poems about one of the most common human sufferings—the loss of a parent. In poems deployed throughout her self-published collection, Christopherson builds a loose …

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2020 Spring Contest Winners: Poet’s Choice: 3rd Place Winner

Mind Gloss David Hedges Mind in its purest play is like some bat That beats about in caverns all alone, Contriving by a kind of senseless wit Not to conclude against a wall of stone. —Richard Wilbur, from “Mind” Mind in its purest play is like some bat That magically connects with knuckleballs. No matter …

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