Category: Contests

55.2 Contest Winners

PoetryWinner: Ignite by Daniel Lurie From a wellspring of great choices I have selected “Ignite” by Daniel Lurie as the winner of Phoebe: A Journal of Literature and Art’s Spring Contest. With...

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Yellow

T.C. Martin2026 Nonfiction Spring Contest Winner Today you are thinking that to be fat is to feel an inscrutable connection to the color yellow. It was there, on the side. In a little white ceramic...

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Ignite

Daniel Lurie2026 Poetry Spring Contest Winner There’s nothing as lonely as the long claw of a train horn.  Like a tail, three boxcars trail in its wake, the first stuffed  with spotted loons...

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54.2

2025 Spring Fiction Contest Winner Two Burials by Jumaana Abdu 2025 Spring Nonfiction Contest Winner Notes on Property by Esther Ra 2025 Spring Poetry Contest Winner Bestiary by Seth Peterson Read...

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54.2 Contest Winners

Poetry Judge: Corey Van Landingham Winner: Bestiary by Seth Peterson “Bestiary” captures the wonderfully mythical world created through a six-year-old’s imagination, as well as the gravity of a...

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self-portrait with three hands

p. hodges adams 2024 Poetry Spring Contest Winner the first hand had square knuckles, like a boy;  the second hand could hold a teacup neatly; the third hand was furious. i’m getting ahead of...

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Here it is

Jane Feinsod where the head splits  open and a goat crawls out. Like it knows something. Takes a tongue to water. Pisses toward Nebraska. Curls into a bushel of honeysuckle. Suspects nothing,...

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Field Notes on Being

Rebecca Bernard They agree to meet on instant messenger at midnight. He’s usually on AIM at that hour, gifted with a computer in his bedroom, but she must sneak to the family computer, mute the...

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puzzle

Hailey June Gross after Jericho Brown and SZA  lie by myself at night, let hands trace lips, puzzle- piece together the tips—what i really mean is they dip in my pussy. stop ’em in...

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Fourteen to Twenty-Nine

Dawn Miller Jack arrives home from university even though it’s not yet spring break. He’s thinner than before he left, his elbows pointed like the sharp angles of the engineering caliper he...

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