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Poetry Contest Winners

i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.

Poetry Contest Winners

Exhausted, androgynous, delirious, I delight in my many parts.

Poetry

In hushed awe they talk of things to come, a golden time of flowering.

N30B Winners

I dug a hole in you; I jumped (here is the church, here is the steeple).

Poetry

I told you how I’ve always been attracted to little violences.

Poetry

Even as a child, I was skeptical—testing God when He wasn’t looking.

N30B Winners

Elsewhere, perhaps here too, regimes stagger, a congress ends.

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Poetry

Before there was air, sublime silence. There was no one not to hear it.

Poetry

If every present is possible, how can we have eyes to see?

Poetry

He greets you with a kiss and marries your elbow to walk the path.

Poetry

It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.

Poetry

I drag my sheets as Earth drags her tangled mess of tides.

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Poetry

Everything hung in perfect balance. Light and dark, heaven and hell.

Poetry

I lie down and see you one bed over; therefore God exists.

Poetry

There was only the gulf of our steps, our breathing brittle as string.

Poetry

Imagine the world you want to live in; make the world in this image.

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Poetry

I'll pick a black card of luck for you: star, pinkmoon, mirror, ostrich eye.

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Poetry

I’m going to save up against the flood and stagger to carry nothing.

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Poem of the Week

our minds are not the same if they were the same you would be here

Poetry

Time is a hearse and horse, a carrot and stick, a window and widow.

Poetry

The stars begin to turn clockwise, freeing us of all consequences.

Poetry

The pupils are toothpicks. The lake is a sky with a circle beneath.

Poem of the Week

If I bring the wrong pen the words look like snow piles on an empty page.

Poetry

I let you pull my hair, throw me to the rocks, disarrange me.

Poem of the Week

Absence rarely makes the heart grow fonder, or so my mother said.

Poem of the Week

Lunatics call it annihilation . . . Think of it as not doing a thing

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Poem of the Week

Suddenly two would dart and clasp one another belly to belly.

Poetry

The walls pull apart like a troubled couple, finally deciding to hold.

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Poetry

What do you offer someone who has lost half of her beginning?

Poetry

Even the busiest of businessmen are out for the count, paying the price.