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Honorable Mention: In the Suburbs

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perfect still trees on the summer street a rollerblader floats through in dotted half rhythms a guy that looks like Clark Kent walks five...

Honorable Mention: youth

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time was invented by man, so dismantle his pendulum; until clocks crack under the weight of your teeth, until minutes bounce backwards and backwards...

Honorable Mention: The Mechanics of Happily Ever After

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My father first saw me as an LSD vision while he was hiking in Wyoming. He was walking up mountains, trying to catch a...

Honorable Mention: Perfect Day

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How would you describe the perfect day…. Would it involve rain in the sky and sleeping all day… Could it be the sun, sand,...

Honorable Mention: Observatory

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Ninety percent hydrogen, and ten percent helium, makes up the effulgent blur spotted high overhead on a clear, cold night. In the observatory tower,...

Honorable Mention: Dusk in West Toledo

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Car exhaust drifts upward into the humid night air like lost balloons, from the hands of children. An over-weight woman unloads a pile...

Honorable Mention: What Isn’t There

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“Don’t play what’s there. Play what isn’t there.” --Miles Davis It sounds so easy when Miles says it Be cool risk everything shoot...

Honorable Mention: Scottwood

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Bodies shuffling in sundresses holding solo cups of warm beer pick up t-shirts from lawns and hold them up with one hand picturing them...

Honorable Mention: Lake Erie Two Thousand and Seven

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I plunged from the last rung of the rickety ladder that hung from the back of my father’s boat. I touched the bottom of...

Honorable Mention: Memory Maker

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Days past stand still like faded oil portraits: Dead paths. Bristle tracks. Trace the process with your fingers: Blur distinctions. Smear the...

Honorable Mention: The Philosophy Professor’s Sunflowers

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The Philosophy Professor’s Sunflowers for James Campbell So, yes, in answer to your question, I have noticed that death is everywhere pouring out...

3rd Place Poetry: Exhaled Smoke

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A lush soundtrack of funk flows In waves over cracked cement. Cars gleam with chrome wheels Sending sparks to the sky. Riding that bass,...

2nd Place Poetry: Week Night

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Just now ten at night and I can sit, drink a beer while the dishes soak. The children listen in bed to radios...

1st Place Poetry: Common Ground

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When I was a child, I used to wonder why Only the insects and birds knew how to fly. Why couldn’t I? When...

Honorable Mention: Puddle Play

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Even as a child Eric couldn't resist. The lure of reflections and the shimmer of dancing light made him leap feet first into...

Honorable Mention: Her Name Was Mattie

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It was a story full of delicious revenge for scared black kids growing up in the early forties in Ringout, Alabama. It was...

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