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Michael Nethercott
Michael Nethercott is a writer, performing storyteller and organizer of theatrical events. His publishing credits include The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, The Chrysalis Journal, Crimestalkers Casebook, the anthology Dead Promises and the juvenile periodicals Cobblestone and Plays—the Drama Magazine for Young People. He lives in Southern Vermont with…
Joseph McDonald
I'm a 19 year old student and English/Creative Writing Major at Middlebury College. I graduated from Cambridge High School in Cambridge, New York in 2004 and was named valedictorian of my class. This is the first poetry contest I have ever entered.
Ben Greer
I have published four novels and a biography. My fifth novel, Waiting for Rain, will be published in September of 2006.
Melody Davis
Melody Davis' latest book is The Center of Distance, a work of poetry. She is also the author of a critical study, The Male Nude in Contemporary Photography. She has won fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts (1995), the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts, the Henry Luce Foundation/American…
T.I. Box
T.I. Box lives in Lexington, Kentucky. An author and journalist currently covering the Thoroughbred bloodstock business, Box enjoys military history, foxhunting, rural life, and walking the dogs, in addition to writing.
Getting the news in Arabic, To think of Madrid, March 11
GETTING THE NEWS IN ARABIC tells me more these days than news with words I know. Our TV tells me stocks are down because somewhere a person explodes. On a short wave I find Radio Martí which has nothing to do with the poet, a Bin Laden country song, Christian…
Life’s Picture History
I. THE BIG RED BOOK 1. We've sunk the war, the war's been scratched and it's gone the way money goes the way heat sinks, absent the osmotic gradient avast the ion pumps, the motor endplates, toothless gears. Nothing moving, everything stalled, the waves let stand the waves. There's a…
American Poem
There is nothing one man will not do to another. —Carolyn Forche 1 Like the punchline to a Chinese fortune cookie epigram, I would add, In bed. 2 Certain welts incurred will rise like beads on an abacus, intimate as a surface. 3 In sum, the body's boring. Charity starts…
Museum of Hostages
(Bled, Slovenia) In this photo a young man waits for his execution. He's tied to a bullet-scarred tree, his eyes half-closed as if he had fed on strawberries from a picnic basket, as if this blue flame of sky and a bottle of good Riesling made him drowsy, comfortably unaware…
What She Said
“They don't have snow days in Palestine, they have military invasion days.” (International Solidarity Movement activists, describing Palestinian children's lives under Israeli military occupation.) She said, go play outside, but don't throw balls near the soldiers. When a jeep goes past keep your eyes on the ground. And don't pick…
The Bicycle Hearse
Families paid the boy a few coins to ride their dead to the cemetery. Cars, seized-metal for the war effort. Men, scarce-and those that remained, too weak to carry a coffin down winter streets. So the boy fixed a cart to his bicycle, a canopied cart from which his father…
Hands of War
The hands of war will push adrift, all who will become something else. Sergeants will remove their war faces, to become fathers to the wounded and dying. High School athletes will wear the blistered hands of grave diggers. The Six O'clock News, brings a cup. filled with the tears, of…
Gaines’s Mill
At the Hurrah for Georgia I up and ran over the Field of Battle towards a great rattling curtain of vines upon which flashed the uncatchable fruit of the Enemy Pits and clumps of grass shot pain to my knees and I knew my shins were snapping I reached up…
Detonations, Victory Garden
DETONATIONS My grandmother held her knitting needles, sliding them in and out of green wool-socks for her middle son, the medic. My youngest uncle hid under the table, toy rifle on his shoulder-aimed at the shaded window, he held sounds in his throat-exploding bullets, planes going down. My mother held…
The Kiss
inspired by the Holocaust paintings of the contemporary Russian artist, Maxim Kantor She isn't troubled by the way his gaze lists into space; her eyes are open too. Neither one flutters a muscle. Her face could be his mirror. The same sallowed skin, same tough contusion of sorrow in the…
Update on Afghanistan
The girls in Khost eat poison biscuits carefully prepared by the Taliban; their mothers set themselves on fire, though liberators can't smell the smoke. Carefully prepared by the Taliban, the fires rage across the towns, though liberators can't smell the smoke because they cover up their faces. The fires rage.…
Independence Day, 1967
Blue-veined lightning crackles across their white thighs and some women pretend to look the other way when my Marianne makes them gasp, beside themselves with rage, and middle aged husbands. Breasts bobbing beneath a patriotic halter, waving because she sees me, smiling. My idea of brave swells. Aunt's got some…
Curdling
Last milk breaks apart in the pickle jar, cap stiff and tight on the plastic wrap. Her stomach churns thinking of the blue water, shapeless chunks suspended like specimens demonstrating how the world will end. She's in a bomb site in any case. The rubble has settled in low hills,…
R&R
He came from war zones to the sea, Its pouring out and pouring back, Its loose and slow monotony. Along the fringe, where sight could reach, Clay lands had broken to a wrack As fine as salt to make a beach, And ocean was suffused with sky, A sky like…
On Pelion Beach
When I see the chapel with no people, its walls cracked wide with warping like a shout at the moment of death when the spirit left the body, mildewed icons on the salty walls little lamp still burning, tended by someone who remembers but is not remembered. I am thinking…
Tet Lion Dance
Lunar New Year in Phu Lam, Vietnam I. We swept the village courtyard this morning, But now the tumbling dancers' white shirts Bear earthen prints. Dirt restoring Its rightful place on this day of rebirth. Years of low, determined sun have faded Our pagoda's saffron columns, but not The ecstatic…
War Zone of the Heart
Everyone knew the boys paid Terry to dance with Mary Agnes. Her buckteeth opened in shock that such a hunk tapped her on the shoulder of the yellow dress her mother made, one that couldn't mask the craters on her face. At intermission Mary Agnes in the bathroom stall listened…
Bomber Dump, Massacre
BOMBER DUMP This is the graveyard of air. A sixty-year-old ghost wind Streams from their tails Like blown hair in a mural. Tilted like dead dragon flies, It's a boy's wreckage. He makes throat-engine noises, Tilts outstretched arms and nosedives. In the far gardens of his mind, The bombardier planted…
Letters for a Grandchild
I Invasion You may not remember him well. Nor fully understand how at one stroke He was pinioned by pain and fearful shadows. His house, brought down by a bullet of blood, Trapped him in the wreckage of himself. Doctors reached inside to shore him up. They could not release…
Whirligig
The Dead: When he is alone, in an easy chair, say, or in the dark, under a raspberry jam night sky, sitting on his oak deck, he hears them: he hears Sammy and Doug and Erik whisper their jealousy—they whisper their hatred for his life and the world simmers with…
Blue Eyes and Brandy
The Baltic depths in her eyes meet the cultivated fields in mine. They swell with tears, but remain steady. Nearly in her teens, she knows about the transports of death, and she knows that by staring at her, I risk nothing. Her wavy hair, the color of basswood, still wears…
Operation Gomorrah
The name of the mission when US and British forces bombed Hamburg, Germany near the end of World War II. I The practice of Germans: bombing civilians in Barcelona, Warsaw, Belgrade, Rotterdam, and London. They played with them. Hitler at dinner made a prophecy: Goering will light fires over London,…
Bombers’ Moon, Ashland Overpass
BOMBERS' MOON Into the western midnight beyond runway's end, over tidal flats stippled like the backs of sea creatures beached in frost-edged shallows, Captain Phelps from Waco, top locomotive killer in the Thirteenth, throttled forward, lifted, banked, climbed for the hunt in the northern mountains below the Yalu. At full,…
Blood and Milk: the ‘36 Transmission
The formation of the I is symbolized in dreams by a fortress, or a stadium. Jacques Lacan I long for death simply to escape it. Leni Riefenstahl, on her films for Hitler The morning was golden bee fur across his eyes. Not the white gauze of a hotel window, but…
Lucifer on Air Strikes
The jets! How beautiful they are! Like arrows thirsty for hearts blood. Birds so smooth in flashing speed That flesh and feathered beasts Which fly by hearts labor are nothing! These other birds, these jets— They fly by fire! They consume in rav'ning gulps so swiftly taken They are passed…
The Bullet’s Tale
As I cooled I awoke and felt the heat and smelled the smoke which never really seemed to clear away. I was rolled into a machine with a million of my brothers, all the same, exactly like the others with the name .223 stamped firmly on my back, then quickly…
Industrial Flower in the Ash Field
I A group becomes a faceless body… My girlfriend, Unity, rules over me, she wants me to kill spiders crawling on her bathroom floor. She calls me up and I drive six miles while she hides those other men she's cheating with behind her cabinet doors. I take my thumb,…
Sixty-Two Haikus on World War II
A Memoir of a six-year-old London evacuee Geese in formation Fly into a red sun Lancasters returning empty # Spirals of white lightning Tear into the blue sky - Dogfighters hurl teeth of steel # Luftwaffe bombers attacking! Enemy earthquakes With no Richter scale # Every night a screaming siren:…
Andy Young
Andy Young is an artist/teacher in the creative writing department at NOCCA/Riverfront in New Orleans, Louisiana. Her most recent chapbook, All Fires the Fire, was published this year in a limited, hand-made edition by Faulkner House Books (orders: call 504-524-2940 or email Faulkhouse@aol.com), and her chapbook, mine, was recently reprinted…
Larry Wells
I have lived in Memphis since the late Sixties. Since 1996 I have worked as a Physical Therapist, currently in the Spinal Cord Injury Unit at the VA hospital. In 2000 I began writing in earnest.
Michael Perez
Michael Perez currently teaches writing for the College of Engineering at University of Houston. He has earned an M.A. in English from Florida State University as well as an MFA in Poetry from the University of Houston, and has previously appeared in Crab Orchard Review.
Jim McGarrah
Jim McGarrah teaches creative writing at the University of Southern Indiana. He serves as the managing editor for Southern Indiana Review and co-directs the RopeWalk Reading Series for the university, as well as being on the permanent staff of the annual RopeWalk Writers Retreat. His poems, essays, and stories have…
Lisa Suhair Majaj
Lisa Suhair Majaj, a Palestinian American, is the author of Geographies of Light, which won the 2008 Del Sol Press Poetry Prize, and co-editor of three collections of essays on international women writers: Going Global: The Transnational Reception of Third World Women Writers, Etel Adnan: Critical Essays on the Arab-American…
Dudley Hiles
Dudley began writing poetry at a young age. He was born and raised in Iowa, and lives now with his very supportive wife Debra in Cedar Rapids. This is his first poetry contest. At age 40 he decided not to let his blue collar background deter him from offering his…
Edward Wright Haile
I am a full-time poet and writer, with two volumes of poems: Open Not Glass and Here On A Mission; a work of translation: The Oresteia of Aeschylus; and a work of nonfiction: Jamestown Narratives. I live in Champlain, Virginia, where I have spent most of my life. Foreign languages…
Michelle Gillett
Deborah DeNicola
Deborah DeNicola edited the anthology Orpheus & Company: Contemporary Poems on Greek Mythology, published in 1999 from The University Press of New England. She was awarded a Poetry Fellowship in 1997 from the National Endowment for the Arts, received the William T. Foley Award in 2000 from America magazine, the…
Diane E. Dees
Diane E. Dees is a psychotherapist and writer in Covington, Louisiana. Her short stories, poetry, creative nonfiction, and political commentary have appeared in many publications. Two of Diane's poems recently won 2nd Prizes in the annual Artists Embassy International Dancing Poetry Contest, and two of her poems just won Honorable…
Amy Cramer
Michele F. Cooper
Michele F. Cooper is the first-place winner in the 2002 TallGrass Poetry Competition, second-place winner in the 1999 Galway Kinnell Poetry Competition, and won honorable mentions in the 2003 Emily Dickinson Poetry Competition, the 2003 New Millennium Writings Awards, and the 1999 Sacramento Poetry Competition. Her poetry and poetic prose…
William Conelly
After my years in the Air Force, I took a Master's Degree in English under Edgar Bowers at the University of California, Santa Barbara. I have published a few poems a year, both in the US and the UK, since the mid '80s and am currently a tutor in the…
Diane Cockburn
Diane Cockburn's first collection Under Surveillance was published by Vane Women Press in 1999. Her poems have appeared in the anthologies Northern Grit and Rewriting the Map. Her work also appears in Changing Voices, a performance piece commissioned by Cleveland Theatre Company for use in schools. She is an enthusiastic…
Angie Chuang
Angie Chuang is a journalist who writes poetry, or a poet who writes newspaper articles-depending on your perspective. Her poems have appeared in Windfall: A Journal of Poetry of Place, and Spirit in the Words, an anthology of poetry written by journalists. “Tet Lion Dance” is part of Latitude 10∞…
Marilyn Bates
Read about Ms. Bates' life and work at the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.
Jack Barrack
When I retired from teaching (third grade through college) I took up pad and pen, fired up my computer, and wrote poetry. My work has appeared in Poetry, Grand Street, Paris Review, Missouri Review, and other publications. A poem of mine was accepted by Seamus Heaney when he edited the…
