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First Place $500 Writecorner Press 2008 Poetry Prize Winner:
"Autopsy Means to See with One's Own Eyes" by Ellaraine Lockie
Ellaraine Lockie is a well-published poet who has received eleven Pushcart Prize nominations and the 2007 Elizabeth R. Curry Prize. She was also a finalist for the 2007 Joy Harjo Award. She is the author of a poetry/art broadside Mod Gods and Luggage Straps from BrickBat Review and a chapbook collection of winning poems Blue Ribbons at the County Fair from PWJ Publishing. Forthcoming is a Rooftop Chaplet from the Adrienne Lewis series. Lockie lives in California.
Autopsy Means to See with One's Own Eyes
In death she relaxes, parts her legs willingly
Watches with a spirit's fly eyes
the white gowns hovering over her
Hands holding, knives, chisels, scalpels and saws
in a room bleached of color
He bent over her
weight feeding through one leg onto her belly
The blade flashed an echo of car light into the alley
A siren slashed the night
Too distant to be a soldier's song
The first cut forms a Y from shoulders
to sternum to her pubic bone
Rivers of blood flow into a steel gutter at table's edge
Somewhere Chopin plays a nocturne
She smelled the blood before she felt its
hydrant flood from the ear-to-ear smile on her throat
Smooth and welcomed after the rage of storm
Then the red gargle
Curvature of stomach is cut and emptied
Intestines drained in a sink
The easy way to excrete
Even the stink lounges on impervious air
Behind masks come murmurs
about police awaiting what she had for dinner
Her spirit eyes didn't blink when a rat
ran over her face or later when cameras flashed
Red pools rusted thick and sticky
Dispatch radios scratched the surface of sound
Debris of Bordeaux, mesclun, escargot, and green
peppercorns place her at the Encore Bistro Francais
from nine to midnight
She still sees the red wine, blood of Christ
gracefully drip from the bottle onto white linen
2008 Editors' Choice $100: "The Blind Flower Girl at Her Sister's Wedding " by Ellen LaFleche
Ellen LaFleche has worked as a journalist and women's health educator in western Massachusetts. She won the Poets on Parnassus Prize for poetry about the medical experience. Her poems have been published in The Ledge, Words and Pictures Magazine, Georgia State University Review, New Millenium Writings, among others, and in several anthologies.
The Blind Flower Girl at Her Sister's Wedding
She cannot see the apricot dress she is wearing
but the flower girl hears the starched taffeta
crackling around her ankles.
The organ bursts Here Comes the Bride
and the flower girl follows the incense smoke
straight toward God. She drops rose petals
snow-slow onto the carpet.
The bride trails behind,
silk train hissing its secrets.
At the altar
the flower girl strokes the cold-skinned chalice,
feels the holy blood sloshing against its hips.
When the groom says I do
she twists her birthstone ring
round and around her finger.
She tastes sea water in her eyes. Her petal-scented hands
wipe away the sting.
The flower girl leans toward the nuptial kiss.
She hears the thrill in her sister's throat-
a low love-thrum that displaces the air like radio waves.
The crown of plastic daisies stabs the flower girl's scalp.
At the reception she rubs the cake's sweetness
between her thumb and forefinger. The groom
whirls her round and round the ballroom.
Her feet leave the ground. The crown flies off her head
and the flower girl whoops, she whoops.
2008 Poems of Distinction:
Terry Godbey--"The Calligrapher's Wife (FL)
Leigh Herrick--"Villanelle Variation for Miss Waldron's Red Colobus (MN)
Rumit Pancholi--"The Foreplay of Hands" (MD)
Jendi Reiter--"The Tune Michael" (MA)
Grace Rishell--"War Memorial" (PA)
Elisavietta Ritchie--"Psyche Considers Accepting Another Lover" (MD)
K. K. Todorovich--"Weekend Pass: Fort Gordon" (NM)
Jungmin Yoon--"Thoughts of a Love-Struck Man in the Land of the Morning Calm" (Canada)
First Place $500 Writecorner Press 2007 Poetry Prize Winner:
"A Love Note to Teenagers" by Allison Joseph
Allison Joseph is the author of five books of poems, most recently Worldly Pleasures (Word Press). She lives, writes, and teaches in Carbondale, Illinois, where she is on the creative writing faculty at Southern Illinois University. She serves as editor of Crab Orchard Review and director of the Young Writers Workshop, a summer writing conference for high school-aged writers. The editors of Writecorner Press are pleased to nominate Joseph's poem for the Pushcart Award.
A Love Note to Teenagers
All the things your parents hate you for--
curt belligerent backtalk, rude grumbling
under your breath, clothes falling off you
or clinging to you as if wet, permanently--
that's what I love about you, what makes
me glad you exist, screeching and stumbling
through the mall, convulsed by laughter
so severe you can barely walk. Those sullen
stares, those moody silences--I think
they're art, and each of you's a master--
the prom kings and tech geeks, cutters
and starvers, the addicts of joystick
and screen, the scrawny and scarred,
the dyed, pierced, ripped and safety-pinned
together. Look at you--you are falling
apart and coming together all at once,
sprouting and sizzling and popping off
at the mouth, imperfections twitching up
overnight to grab you, trip you, make you
split-second vicious or so liquid-slow
that all you yearn to do is sleep
a sleep so voluptuous that you wake
in a different country, an oblivion so deep
it lets you become someone else.
And you are always becoming someone
else, reaching back to rip off the labels
slapped on your back by a succession
of guidance counselors and homeroom
teachers, witless adults like me, fools
too busy to see how you're flickering
and breaking, how fear, rage, and jealousy
have nothing and everything to do
with the next thing you buy, eat, say.
2007 Editors' Choice $100: "Nothing Lost" by Sherman Pearl
Sherman Pearl is co-founder of the Los Angeles Poetry Festival and a coeditor of the CQ poetry journal. He has published four poetry collections in the past fifteen years and has won numerous awards, most notably first prize in the 2002 competition of the National Writers Union. His work has appeared in more than forty literary magazines.
Nothing Lost
After counting my losses, all that had vanished
from my hands, I remember
Miss Gordon saying in 8th grade science
that the elements the world is composed of
never dissipate, cannot be lost or separated
from ourselves--only transformed.
Her immutable laws of thermodynamics
assure me that whatever I thought had vanished
is still present in forms I don't recognize.
Maybe all that wastage has been transmogrified
into flowers, say, or into the sparrow
that chirps at my window I'm here, I'm here.
That bright bird voice could be Miss Gordon's--
still singing her psalms to Bunsen burners
and sacrificed frogs, still teaching
that nature is nothing but smoke and dust,
molted feathers and careless droppings.
She herself was made up
of wild hair and a dress I squinted to see through
as she perched on her desk, legs crossed.
It comforts me that after the bird dies
her molecules will reshape themselves into
other unexpected things--
a book, a comb, a passing woman's perfume.
2007 Editors' Choice $100: "Family Plot" by Jessica Bane Robert
Jessica Bane Robert, writer of poetry and creative nonfiction, lives in Worcester, Massachusetts. She has taught English and creative writing to students of all ages and backgrounds for more than ten years. She is completing a mixed-genre memoir about growing up off the grid in the Maine woods in a log cabin built by her father. In fall 2007, Ecotone will publish an excerpt of her memoir.
Family Plot
Let me remember what is mine to keep,
(melancholy frog-song echoing from the pond)
wake memory from its mortal sleep.
Tree-filtered purity bundled deep;
bones and duff slumber in a soil bond.
Let me remember what is mine to keep.
Tall alder shadows flicker and weep,
ghosts of forgotten pastures do not respond:
wake memory from his mortal sleep!
How the carrots rest in sandy beds, steep,
filigree tops that flared in the garden--gone.
Let me remember what is mine to keep.
Bobtailed does over frost-soft apples leap,
elude the bullet's path, loiter headstrong.
Wake memory from its mortal sleep.
A baby lies within a cruciform heap.
By iron sides sing a love-song,
let me remember what is mine to keep;
wake memory from its mortal sleep.
2007 Honorable Mentions:
James Bettendorf - "Best and Brightest" (MN)
Kasey Edison - "Franklin's Ghost" (PA)
Rumit Pancholi - "Send-off" (IN)
Vivian Shipley - "Too Late to Cross the Country on My Thumb" (CT)
Ilene Starger - "Everest" (NY)
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