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Beginning To See The Light, 2005 |
Second Prize, 2010 Literal Latte Essay Award. When I was a child and my parents argued, my father used to escape to the basement and listen to his short-wave radio. Growing up in Philadelphia, I knew nothing of a wider world until I snuck down to the cluttered, messy cellar and eavesdropped behind the stacks of magic-markered wooden storage boxes and shelves of re-labeled peanut butter jars of nails and screws.
First Prize, 2010 Literal Latte Essay Award.It was a time when guys were cats, gals were chicks, the police were pigs, and spray-can graffiti said things like, “Up against the wall, Motherfucker!” [....]
Winner, 2010 Literal Latte Short Short Contest. The bulldog squats on the mantel, smug in his silence. Inside the mirror a man is noosing his blue tie through the collar of a yellow shirt. The dental work crowning the wainscoting empowers the room to speak for everyone….
Winner, 2010 Literal Latte Short Short Contest. I am already dreaming about you, Russell Edson, wondering where you are, if you’re still tinkering with the language, leaving surprise packets in the unguarded provinces of our groins…
This could be
my secret hour
when the loose
ends get gathered
Just call me Shakespeare’s
girl. Caught between folios.
Pressed into parchment. Dropped…
First Prize, 2010 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
Much came into the clay that was not intended:
the round bottom and the quivering lip;
the hollowness of years…
First Prize, 2010 Literal Latte Poetry Award.
The last thing that I wrote, the last
thing I will ever write
about mushrooms…
The cakes dance and they dance and dance
triple-tiered ballerinas pirouette down aisles of cream
a pink cheek turns a tango’s luscious corner…
Winner, 2010 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.
We relax over lunch, sipping Courvoisier floats,
savoring lemon slices sugared in champagne,
while the waiter brings paté spiced with caper berries…