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Entries from June 2008

Materials and Memory

June 21st, 2008 · 6 Comments

Agency
Our gasoline held to everything - his sister’s dress
and grass, snails in the pond - within the smell of things burning
even the air disappeared. But I can hardly see
the blank fields anymore
for the earth has no memory
and cannot refuse to grow.
Generation
Incredible stillness a scene suddenly mute
no cicadas left for no trees remained […]

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Franklin-Christoph Poetry Contest

June 8th, 2008 · 1 Comment

Guidelines for the 2008 Franklin-Christoph Poetry Contest
http://www.franklin-christoph.com/Writing/PoetryContest.html
We will award $2500 in total prizes, including the $1000 cash grand prize. 10 Merit
Award Winners will receive $150 writing instruments.
Submission Period
Entries accepted June 1-Nov 30 (postmark dates), 2008.

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ECOPOETRY ANTHOLOGY CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS

June 7th, 2008 · No Comments

EARTH’S BODY: AN ECOPOETRY ANTHOLOGY
Coeditors Ann Fisher-Wirth and Laura-Gray Street solicit submissions for an international anthology of ecopoetry. We are looking for a wide and varied array of submissions. Our working definition of “ecopoetry” is flexible; it includes not only what might be called nature poetry, and not only poetry that focuses on environmental issues, […]

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Congrats to Worsty

June 6th, 2008 · 1 Comment

Worsty has won the poetry contest for May. She gets to whomp whomever she pleases, especially those of you who have to yet to enter a challenge. Scowl. Anyway, I’m sure she’ll have a challenge for us soon!
Until then worsty, whomp away!

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MORTAR

June 2nd, 2008 · 3 Comments

MORTAR
Between the bricks all that mortar
was put down by men with trembling
hands with the prints rubbed
smooth at the fingertips. The mortar speaks
of tiredness, of always being in bed
with a longing between her legs, of never sleeping
but only almost. When the rain comes
she remembers being dirt and stones,
she thinks of the great grind works that crushed
her […]

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