Category: Poetry

Crepe Myrtles & All Those Other Blooming Trees

Hannah V. Warren 2022 Greg Grummer Poetry Prize First Runner Up when we find a river we rejoice                  as if we’ve never seen so...

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Self-Portrait as Illumination

Carolyn Oliver Sunset casts a madder wash across the last nun in the scriptorium, coats in rose her last psalm,  her quill from a river-plucked  swan. Near the margin, a gash—...

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Things that Pierce

Corinne Wohlford Mason After the Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon  The way a child explains the rules of a thing to me. Handwriting from another century. The smell of eucalyptus. What a...

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Confession

Holli Carrell All my life, I’ve hungered  for a quiet privacy.   I must explain this to you.  As a girl, I wanted   a door, deep in the vault   of my...

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Adam in Eden

Shay Swindlehurst 2022 Greg Grummer Poetry Contest Honorable Mention God had made for Adam a Jungle. The Gardens of Eden rioted, strived against Adam’s toil. Each day he cut the...

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Things I Can Remember

Jeff Whitney The name of the bag of sugar I carried around for two weeks in seventh grade because it was my baby. The stampede of cows my brother and I teased to chasing  in New Mexico the year...

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CORREGGIO

Lydia Golitz CORREGGIO was born in CORREGGIO and died in CORREGGIO. To his friends, he was known as  CORREGGIO. He was a child who played with balls. He was a child who sat at dinner and...

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Lament

Lydia Golitz Second Runner-up in the 2022 Greg Grummer Poetry Contest Here is my desperate garden, my lease of sand and gravel.  Where Saint Catherine lies with her head off in the yellow...

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New Theories About (Our Obsession with) the Moon

Katherine Huang Winner of the 2022 Greg Grummer Poetry Prize 1. In ancient times the two Moons agreed: one would stay in the sky,  while the other would go  to live on Earth among mortals. ...

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Deliberate

Michelle Matthees Like a barn door wide open: there was your O. Everything else was burned away, no hair, giant puckers inward like a flattened rubber flower. In front of the train station I passed...

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