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Last Call to Enter the 13th Annual Wergle Flomp Humor Poetry Contest Sponsored by Winning Writers
Winning Writers seeks the best humor poems for its 13th annual Wergle Flomp Humor Poetry Contest, deadline April 1. There’s no fee to enter; $2,000 in prizes will be awarded.
Stuart Anderson and Nancy Lee
About Stuart Anderson I grew up on a 40-acre family farm in western Washington, then moved to the big city to study mathematics and physics, which I now teach at the University of Washington Instructional Center. Although I have always written poetry, I have seldom submitted any for publication. In…
Winter Moon (A Soldier’s Thoughts)
I. Winter moon, I sleep under you tonight. Such weak, white you shed. I am incomplete, unfed. I walk in half-bled light, Mistrust my calloused sight. Bitter, burned and insufficient, I search out signs to find some depth. Inert spirit, please proclaim time, My name, what leavens shame (my daily…
Cleansing, Let Us Prey
CLEANSING Flayed skins flutter in dry wind, bodiless, breathing without lungs while the sun creates new leather. Someone has draped them over fence pickets, translucent pink shreds impaled on wooden teeth. In our trampled garden, my daughter crouches beside corn stubble, hands dripping from the laundry bucket. She has wrung…
Proverbs in Time of War
A watched pot never boils. And what if it does? A stitch in time from the army doctor got Branka back on her feet, so she could work to buy food for her shiftless husband, her five children, her mother, her grandmother, and the orphan girl. Just as well for…
Sarel and Samson
Preface Since 1945 Africa has been embroiled with the politics and aspirations of “emerging nations”. Portuguese East Africa or Mocambique, was an old ally and neighbour of South Africa. These two countries PEA and South Africa, had the apartheid type indoctrination, but by 1968 the changes came in avalanches. South…
Gunner Tries to Die, Gunner Tells What Happened, Gunner Apologizes for Not Shooting
GUNNER TRIES TO DIE The sea rolls off the end of the world. Somewhere in the sky is Nam. In the invisible jungle the Unknown Buddy wades in the infected Muck, twigs in his hat, face Painted green and black, elbows Cradle the AK-47 Swing at night in the thick…
Past Liberty
So calm in this neon-lit room, the first slow descents of twilight bathe the Hudson as a ship's horn echoes out past Liberty. Each glance now feels like a stock refrain: watching the glowing reds then blues crossing your parted lips, I think how much that we love of life…
Documentary, Afghanistan
At twelve, she hasn't learned how to keen. In this season where smoke and bodily debris screen the sky's windy absence of rain, women's voices ullulate lament and lay mouths to kiss crumbs of earth graves dug by old men and boys. Aiming at the camera, bony-shouldered boys flaunt rusting…
Campaign: 1943-1946
What's the use remembering? Those years have grown vague, shriveled to mere sentiments, the pup tent shelter-halves folded in some tax supported dump rotted by time and mildew until unsalvageable for sale as surplus even as playthings for a new generation of kids to camp beneath. That fiction in which…
The Charge of the 196th Light Infantry Brigade, Choicest Product of the Brewer’s Art
THE CHARGE OF THE 196TH LIGHT INFANTRY BRIGADE Ours was not to reason why as we piled out the black-ass end of deuce-and-a-halfs on a Boston Harbor wharf, alphabetically ranked and filed, inventoried for war. Prodded like penned cattle, ordered by officers strutting and crowing; barked at by sergeants nipping…
Decorum
I took your wife to triage in the rain, when she called me several times, out of breath and cried for your painting, drenched when moving— how the colors streaked the canvas like tears. I cupped my hands around our cigarettes and leaned in, to the smell of sulfur on…
The Cutters, Smokestack
THE CUTTERS We found the oak at dawn, a catastrophe of limbs stretched in stony lassitude, a dying Gaul, subdivided into eighteen, twenty bruised segments strewn across the meadow, unstacked, indecent, like Iraqi dead, an unfinished chore left by the cutters until morning. I remember a time when the world…
Portraiture
Introduction While in the hospital recovering from victory fatigue, I began drawing these portraits. I think it was important for my recovery for me to understand that everyone in the portraits was me. But also the portraits were portraits of other people, not to be confused with their meritocracies. I…
The Curse: A Fairy Tale for the New Millennium
(A Crown of Sonnets) As the seven angels were about to present their gifts to the newborn princess, there appeared an eighth angel, who had not been invited to the feast. This angel was not dressed in garments of lights, as were the other seven, but instead, was cloaked with…
USO Dance: Colorado Springs, 1944
Our sliding feet whisper on the dance floor Like a sentry's challenge in the night. Dancing against the circle of the clock, Dancing in the dark, Time like the dark we cannot penetrate, Time flowing to a port where we embark. The wire is taut that sets the booby trap.…
A Journal of the War Years
“This is a phantom war and therefore in need of an anniversary.”—Susan Sontag, The New York Times 9/10/02 0/0/00 Border skirmishes revealed a previously unknown enemy cell. They live in trees and toss leaves at the troops. There is no defense to this new attack. They tried to clear cut…
Waiting for Him
Fort Bragg, North Carolina She watches from the front brick steps as the dogwoods and crepe myrtle bloom in the receding air, holding onto hope like a blighted fruit in the palm of her hand. After all these years still the hope, with her three kids and busted marriages, and…
Surfacing, The Gyroscope
SURFACING We waited out the war, enfolded in heartsfoil In the aluminum resin of ventricular time Observing a world encased in tinsel Wrapped up in the ether jumpsuit of snow The walls were as frail as a fontanel The days were lungs, filled with feeble aspirations The earth groaned with…
You Haven’t Killed Anyone
For Derek, a Marine training in Mississippi, who sometimes jokes that he's a “baby killer”. You say it the way you might return a forkful of green beans to your plate for a moment before biting: “Let's get this out of the way so we can really eat.” A Michigan…
Summer Rain, Two Lights
SUMMER RAIN This is the season people die here, she said, Death comes for them now. Sometime between the end of winter and the rains, the rains of summer. And the funerals followed that summer like social engagements, a ball, then another ball one by one, like debutantes uncles and…
The Choreography of Four Hands Descending
That day in September, the smoke evacuated even the pressed scent of cider from our skin, red apples went black in mid air before gripping the grass near the tree, split grins turned down where the juice dribbled swiftly to lick up the blaze. One at a time, they rolled…
Hunger Strike at Sincon Prison
Starvation seems sustenance itself. Sometimes, the images beneath her eyelids are clean and cool, water rocking through her brain, then hot - she can't remember why she's here. She remembers only dust. Her body's a flare, shot over Cell Block F. A desert wind lifts off the roof, the prisoners…
The Altar
Tableau: surprised by unexpected glare, on tables shared with the hermetic dead displaced to make a sacred space, a pair of whores; and I, left hand above my head still on the light cord, right hand on my Colt; and five GIs to do the ancient act, their pants pulled…
Chandra Toucher
Chandra Toucher has been writing poetry since she can remember. She graduated with a BA in English, during which time she completed a 60-page manuscript entitled Darkroom Woman. Her work has been published in The Paragon Review (Colorado, 2001), and she is in the process of returning to school for…
Michael Swan
Michael Swan lives near Oxford, England, and works in English language teaching. He has been writing poetry for many years, has been published widely in magazines, and has won a number of prizes. His first collection, When They Come for You, was published recently by The Frogmore Press.
Gerry McFarland
Gerry McFarland lives with his wife, writes poetry and walks his dog in Seattle. He has worked in bush bean picking, carpentry, sheet metal, spent time in the US Navy (1968-1972), technical writing, psychotherapy and social work. He graduated from Antioch University Seattle with a Masters in Psychology in 1990.…
Mark Mansfield
Mark Mansfield is a document analyst and musician living in Arlington, Virginia. He received his M.A. in Writing from Johns Hopkins. His work has recently appeared (or is forthcoming) in Antietam Review, California Quarterly, Confluence (second place in 2003 contest), The Evansville Review, Front Range, Good Foot, The Ledge, Laughing…
Charlotte Mandel
Charlotte Mandel's most recent book of poetry is Sight Lines, published by Midmarch Arts Press. Other titles include her first collection, A Disc of Clear Water, two chapbooks, Doll and Keeping Him Alive, and two poem-novellas: The Life of Mary (with foreword by Sandra M. Gilbert) and The Marriages of…
Jack Lindeman
Jack Lindeman has published three books: Twenty-One Poems, The Conflict of Convictions and Appleseed Hollow. His poems have appeared in many magazines, including Bellowing Ark, Blueline, Blue Unicorn, California Quarterly, The Christian Science Monitor, Commonweal, Eureka Literary Magazine, Harper's Bazaar, High Plains Review, The Hollins Critic, Kansas Quarterly, Massachusetts Review,…
Bergen Hutaff
Bergen Hutaff was born and raised in North Carolina. She is a graduate of Duke University and a former member of The Chicago Board of Trade. Ms. Hutaff was recently a prize winner in the 2003 Tanka Splendor Contest and currently lives in New York City, where she is working…
Van Hartmann
Van Hartmann, a resident of Purchase, New York, received an undergraduate degree in history from Stanford University and a doctorate in English from UNC at Chapel Hill. He is an Associate Professor of English at Manhattanville College, located just north of New York City, teaching in literature and film studies.…
Greg Grummer
Greg Grummer, although a Vietnam Era vet, was never in Vietnam. He has written a number of poems about war informed by his stay in the military, but prompted mainly from listening to NPR during the early nineties when areas of the world were in misery and people were perpetrating…
Samuel Exler
Samuel Exler's poetry has been widely published in magazines and anthologies. Robert Bly praised his first poetry book: “I am often moved…by these poems.” His work has appeared in Global City Review, the Literary Review, New York Quarterly, Plainsong, Poetry East, Home Planet News and others. Among the anthologies in…
Dana Curtis
Dana Curtis holds a Ph.D in English from the University of Denver. Her first full-length collection of poetry, The Body's Response to Famine, won the Pavement Saw Press Transcontinental Poetry Prize. She has also published three chapbooks: Incubus/Succubus (West Town Press), Dissolve (Sarasota Poetry Theatre Press), and Swingset Enthralled (Talent…
Richard Brostoff
Richard Brostoff is a physician who lives in the Boston area. He studied medicine at the University of Pennsylvania, and went on to receive advanced training at Duke and Harvard. In 2000 he was awarded the grand prize at the AEI International Poetry Festival. In 2003 he was editor's choice…
Darla K. Beasley
Darla Beasley is the result of the school of life as well as an undergraduate degree in English and Creative Writing. Awards for her writing include the WorldWide Writers Prize for Fiction, the El Andar Prize for Literary Excellence, and the Andre Dubus Award for the Novella, as well as…
Stacey Fruits
Stacey R. Fruits lives, writes and photographs in Tucson, Arizona. She is the recipient of two previous poetry awards, from Blue Mountain Arts in 1999, and Friends of Acadia in 2000. Much of her new work zooms in on the American West and the red desert that inspires her most…
George Adams
George R. Adams is a professor at the University of Wisconsin-Whitewater, a Korean War veteran, and the son of a bronc rider who was pregnant with him while she was competing in the rodeo. This may explain his personality and politics.
Loretta Wray
By Terri Kirby Erickson
What the Prince Doesn’t Know
By Maureen Sherbondy
Purple Irises
Our gray guide is still incredulous. “They shelled Dubrovnik! Dubrovniks have no fights with nobody. Croats and Serbs always lived here together.” Did he go gray when the war came down? Shells from the hills and mountains? Which grayed first? His hair? Mustache? His skin? His clothes? I am incredulous,…
‘Happily Ever After’ Left With Daddy
It is raining again; spring is always like that, so much rain. Feeling a slight chill Laura wraps the oversized sweater closer about her small frame. The sweater belonged to her late husband Frank. Wearing it gives her comfort and a feeling of nearness to him. Alone now, she sits…
Gebel Musa
—“For man shall not see me, and live.” Exodus 33:20 i. The Approach From the burning, quiet sea We struggle inland, over stone And dry weeds, to the mountain. The mountain stands, and does not change. It is the mountain of God, from which One can see the whole world.…
Netta Gillespie
Netta Gillespie has worked at a number of jobs, most of which were created for her and discontinued after she left. What this says about her job performances one can only conjecture. Her poems and stories have appeared in Matrix, Wisconsin Review, Clariton Review, and Spoon River Poetry Review, among…
Do Not Presume to Call It ‘Fun’!
Offer not my child what you call a game of skill, teaching, as it will how much fun it is to kill! Small instruments of death, held in tiny hands that, yesterday, held mine for their instruction. Yet, you offer, in the name of amusement, destruction! These lessons taught my…
