By: Rebekka Paulson Let me taste ink on the tip of my tongue. and as it spreads through my veins watch it transform me to the color of the void. The translucence of my skin will fade and I will become dust in your nose ...
Category: Redefining Black & White
Tu traduis ça!
By: Rebekka Paulson After the French language weaseled its way into my brain, j’ai me perdu. I lost myself, gone my psyche stuck in a foreign dictionary.
the sun still shines
By: Sarah Hester My bed is my best friend or my worst enemy. It depends on the day. On Tuesday it is my place of refuge, of rest, of restoration...
2018 Syford Contest Honorable Mention
2018 Syford Contest Honorable Mention Abby Johnson The Midwest Is A [Place / Bruise] Before we took exit [226 / 115 ] off State Highway [69 / 70] we thought America was [ alive / fathomless ], which is to say, not consumed by [metal / grass ] and [ apathy / wonder].
2018 Syford Contest Honorable Mention
2018 Syford Contest Honorable Mention by Morgan Binkerd A Lenten Poem For these forty days of “without,” of “giving up,” I want to take up dying I want to hold a funeral every night. Wear burlap like it is silk. Cover my face in ash and name it beauty...
2018 Syford Poetry Contest Winner for 3rd Place
2018 Syford Poetry Contest Winner for 3rd Place Troyer Goldman stories are the lint collected in the pockets of your favorite jeans the ones with holes the tears you made when you fell and scraped your knee ....
2018 Syford Poetry Contest Winner for 2nd Place
2nd Place 2018 Syford Poetry Contest Winner Kendra Martin Tend(her) Beneath the sun’s sweet caress, my mother Spends stretches of hours in her garden. With her tears, she summons the rain and begs the seeds to grow thick and strong.
2018 Syford Poetry Contest Winner for 1st Place
1st Place Syford Poetry Contest Winner Abby Johnson There is no future in which we all make it to the end of this life with enough of ourselves intact.