Contests

Honorable mentions: 1st Honorable Mention: “Who Will Be Sent” by Laurel Benjamin, Albany, CA 2nd Honorable Mention: “A Thousand Resting Stars” by Alan Contreras, Eugene, OR 3rd Honorable Mention: “A Commanding Position in the World” by Susan Whitney, Eugene, OR   —Shaindel Beers

The Greatest Show on Earth Ringling Brothers Barnum & Bailey Circus, 1919–2017   Grandma said the circus came to town by train, paraded through the streets to the fairgrounds   tigers in horse-drawn cages, clowns, a man on stilts, a brass band, acrobats in spangled costumes;   the children tugged at their parents’ hands to

Off Old Hwy. 99 Old men fill the donut shop this morning, every morning, talking politics in   matched pairs; they agree about the state of things, which is much worse than it used to be   when they were as young as the girl at the glass case deciding on which donut she  

Another Perspective on the Nuclear Codes   Imagine looking down from the space station as the blue-green earth turns beneath and the mushrooms bloom silently along the Florida panhandle, the ox head shape of France, the teardrop of Africa; bloom like gray mums along the Nev, follow the Rhine (obliterate the Rhine), rise silently from

Honorable mentions: 1st Honorable Mention: “Creation Story” by Toni Hanner, Eugene, OR 2nd Honorable Mention: “Salt-and-Pepper Villanelle” by Danny Earl Simmons, Lebanon, OR 3rd Honorable Mention: “Detective Chief Inspectors” by Dan Kaufman, Central Point, OR       Judge’s comments To prepare, I read villanelles by Bishop, Dunn, Kees, and Levertov. Then I looked in

Imagining Mrs. R who died at 114, according to her obituary          My husband died in 1963. He sold insurance (auto, fire, life). Before we met I taught geometry,   nursed ginger ales in Newark speakeasies. Bent-elbowed friends recruited me to drive. My husband died in 1963,   his second heart attack, and Kennedy was

Storm Clouds   It’s only bluster, clap and clang, The hoist of flags above mankind And all the flags are rags in rain.   A soldier’s wife recalls the pain Attends his grave her heart resigned It’s only bluster, clap and clang.   With all his friends he marched and sang Convinced they fought for

Politics   We’re speaking past each other. Wait. Let’s stop. Our voices are angry, too intent. Let silence hold our thoughts, translate   our reasons to compassionate words, not just slogans, clever, truculent. We’re speaking past each other. Wait   and listen. Perhaps you’ll hear some accurate assessment, or a plan. Let righteousness relent and

Honorable mentions: Honorable Mention: “Erasure Poem #72” by Shawn Aveningo Sanders, Beaverton, OR Honorable Mention: “Souvenir” by Nancy Flynn, Portland, OR Honorable Mention: “Repast” by Donna Prinzmetal, Portland, OR [Honorable mentions equally ranked]     Judge’s comments Limited to twenty lines, the poems in this category delivered memorable imagery and resonant meaning with great economy

Letting Go of the Landline   My newlywed number is finally gone after thirty-three years, along with my name in the white pages. Everything I have to say bounces from tower to tower no longer tied down by cable, hooked to a house, or nosing under the hard ground. If your paper address book holds