Poetry Writing Contest XIII (2002)
First Place
Soon after the incident conveyed in “Requiem” occurred, I realized that, in coming to know this man and in witnessing the injustice done to him, I had been privy to both the heroism and the evil which lie, often unsuspected, beneath the surface of ordinary lives. My hope in writing this piece was to draw both of them into the light. — Laura S. Distelheim
Requiem for a Dream | Laura S. Distelheim Read More »
Nonfiction Writing Contest XII (2001)
First Place
Don’t write about something interesting, write about something odd, like nose hair, or the guy who tried to pogo-stick across Czechoslovakia while playing ‘Freebird’ on a viola the whole time. No other songs, just ‘Freebird’.. — Trent Moorman
Tilos | Trent Moorman Read More »
It was two years ago, on the Sunday before Leslie Garrett died, that he craved lemonade. The kind his grandmother Florence Bradley used to make. If you come across a…
Above All There Was The Writer | Don Williams Read More »
Leslie Garrett hated to be called a little man. But there it was. Physically, I dwarfed my novelist friend when we walked down the street to our favorite haunts to talk…
Leslie Garrett Cast A Long Shadow | Don Williams Read More »
In the 1960s Leslie Garrett was positioned to claim a place in the pantheon of important American writers. The Knoxvillian-to-be was living the life of expatriate writer in Paris in 1966 when he learned that his first novel, The Beasts, had won the prestigious Maxwell Perkins Award, named for the legendary editor of Ernest Hemingway, Thomas Wolfe and William Faulkner. Then Garrett disappeared from view…
Leslie Garrett Writes His Way Back | Don Williams Read More »
