Monthly Poetry Contest Winners!

The results are in! We had fantastic (and wonderfully novel) submissions this time around. It was a tough choice, but here are the winners of our monthly poetry competition.

*On the Next Competition: As of right now, we can’t afford to host competition next month–donations have slowed down over past few weeks. But don’t worry, we’ll get one going soon! Thanks for your patience and support!*




One More Ride, Ann Christine Tabaka
Father worked the rails. Free
passage was our rite. Hours
rocking back and forth to the
constant rhythm of the train.
Foreheads pressed to cool
fuliginous windows, scenery
streaming by at a giddying pace.
Large cities, small towns,
virescent farm land, all ablur.
The somnolent clickety-clack
of wheels motoring onward.
Miles of track laid north to
south, east to west. Once the
lifeblood of transportation.
Memories, hard and soft now
collide, as once great escapades
also blur in my aging mind. One
more ride, yes one more ride,
and I shall soon be home.



Eight Views of a Lego® Block, Peter Frankis
after Wallace Stevens

Among everything moving —
the gulls and the kelp lifting and again
or slumping on the sand in the early heat
Lego® is still.

400 billion since Adam –
fecund almost exponential –
36,000 in the time it took to read this:

I found one on the beach this morning
matt orange (was fire engine glossy)
abraded by the seabed as it abraded
faded by UV and salt as it imperceptibly

lego is pig-Danish/Latin for put together
yet alone resembles a stone,
once part of the consumer spiral,
now the sedimentary cycle –
sand to stone to sand.

< 2 grams of
of forests buried, compressed and liquefied in hot rocks, tapped by
money makes the world
catalysed, injected, marketed, lionised.

I kept my Lego® in a tin
ardent pipers chased ivory nymphs
round the battered lid.

(vii) – A speculation
(a) Maybe blown
from a young engineer’s imagination
on the SS Oriana’s deck as it steamed through the Heads
while parents at the railing watched the new country
— so clear, so harsh — come into view.
(b) dragged down for an age –
and then yesterday’s storm freed
tossed with weed and fishing line and remains of drink cans where
the dog and I

it’ll take another hundred years,
like a juniper reversed,
slough off a molecule or two
until fully dispersed
into our great plastic sea.



Jawbone: Homo Sapiens, Merril D. Smith

Almost 200,000 years ago
he hunted across the miles,
journeyed farther than his brothers–
an explorer,
a dreamer–
a man following fate
who lived
till he lived no more,
joining the dust of space
cycled through time–
lush green land
gradually turning desert brown–
and there,
his jawbone, open to the stars,
a monument.
His epitaph,
“eight teeth, one broken.”
Not living,
no longer here,
yet not completely gone.


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