Category: Poetry

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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Pleasure

Kira K Homsher Two shirtless teenage boysPlay ball across the street.They dart in and out of my little square of vision,Casting long evening shadows downThe sidewalk. Oh, one of them has dropped The...

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Stilts

Aimee Wright Clow Three toes fall over the line, severed at just the right place so thefoot does not bleed. The foot walks away and the toes becomeseeds, slowly wriggling into the mud-line where they...

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Teddy’s Tadpoles

Zebulon Huset He didn’t tell me, and I shouldn’t have been snooping—but—how much privacy should a five year-old have? Finding his post-it diary was adorable until I noticedthe wavy pages...

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Fascinating Womanhood Erasure #4

Lisa Huffaker Lisa Huffaker creates poetry, collage, and assemblage. She is a frequent visiting artist at the Nasher Sculpture Center, a recent C3 Visiting Artist at the Dallas Museum of Art, and...

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Riddle

AM Ringwalt If there was          a rose          in the meadowIf there was          a rose          in your palm Meadow          in the palm          like a...

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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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