Adam Giannelli, selections from Tremulous Hinge
Sheila Margaret Motton Prize Honorable Mention, selected by Daniel Legros Georges Fern and Shadow This severed earth, a veined vapor. Its name is prunes easily in water. Its name— fern and … Read more
Sheila Margaret Motton Prize Honorable Mention, selected by Daniel Legros Georges Fern and Shadow This severed earth, a veined vapor. Its name is prunes easily in water. Its name— fern and … Read more
Sheila Margaret Motton Book Prize Honorable Mention, selected by Danielle Legros Georges Wreck Janine, your head might have hit something in the car. Come to and quickly. Opening … Read more
Jean Pedrick Chapbook Prize Honorable Mention, selected by Krysten Hill In Real Life, They Are Dead My mother and sisters wave from the window of the train. They smile, … Read more
Jean Pedrick Chapbook Prize Co-Winner, selected by Krysten Hill The Bat How small it was— Crawling across the gravel drive, a mouse With arms grotesquely fanned, a faint Dark … Read more
Jean Pedrick Chapbook Prize Co-Winner, selected by Krysten Hill Human Geography We are stretched across borders. Parched, we gape for each other. What words we remember are lost in … Read more
Diana Der Hovanessian Prize, selected by Susan Barba Youth’s path unknown Watching a careless young bird fly over the fields, across the sky, we do not know from that … Read more
E.E. Cummings Prize Honorable Mention, selected by Regie Gibson Monet vs. the International Pop Art Exhibit after Sir Thomas Wyatt The plastic crucifix mounted on a model U.S. fighter-bomber … Read more
E.E. Cummings Prize, selected by Regie Gibson Offering –for David S. Buckel, Environmentalist and LAMBDA lawyer who, on April 14, 2018, self-immolated in Prospect Park, Brooklyn Oh liontail, swing yourself, … Read more
Amy Lowell Prize Honorable Mention, selected by Mary Buchinger Nile Delta: Mattocks “I behold their industry and they are giants.” Walcott, “The Bounty” Salt from the earth and salt from … Read more
Amy Lowell Prize Honorable Mention, selected by Mary Buchinger Afterword When I have rolled the world into a ball, Chased the moon from sickle to circle round, Harvested silence before … Read more