Boxwood | Barbara Knott
Barbara Knott of Atlanta, GA has won the 28th New Millennium Poetry Prize for “Boxwood.” She will receive $1,000 and publication both online and in print.
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Obama Award Winner | Frances Payne Adler
Frances Payne Adler has won the special New Millennium “Obama” Poetry Prize for “In the White House.” She will receive $1,000 and publication both online and in print. ABOUT THE AUTHOR Frances Payne Adler is the author of five books, including The Making of a Matriot, and is nationally recognized for her collaborative social action art
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The Visible Spectrum | Ellen Sullins
Poetry Writing Contest #24 (2009)
First Place
For me, the most rewarding writing often starts out as one thing and morphs into something else entirely. When I began this piece, I was light-heartedly pondering the question of what goes on (or doesn’t) in the minds of cats, but then the poem grabbed my pen and the rest of The Visible Spectrum wrote itself. The desire to return to that state of altered consciousness and emotional openness is what keeps me writing. — Ellen Sullins
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Survival | Susan Cohen
Poetry Writing Contest 22 (2008)
First Place
When digging in the ashes, sometimes you find a poem. I worked on this one over several years, paring the language while the idea enlarged itself. — Susan Cohen
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Why I Work | Jeff Walt
Poetry Writing Contest XIII, First Place (2002)
I find poetry under every rock, in all the nooks and crannies of life- search for the dark and light of who we are, in what we assume to be terrestrial and mundane. When I feel at a loss for subject matter I simply look to the moment: where I am and what I am doing always has a poem in it. — Jeff Walt
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For A Boy In A Bus Depot | Eduardo Corral
Poetry Writing Contest XII (2001)
First Place
Sometime ago my father bit into an apple then placed it on a window sill. For a moment it seemed a moth had settled on the apple. I remember picking up the apple and its weight brought back a memory of walking hand in hand with my father through a bus station. I knew I had the raw materials for a poem. But for a long time the poem wouldn’t surface through the blankness of the page. Over and over I kept focusing on the importance of my presence within the poem. I had to return to that moment when my imagination had altered a bite mark into a moth. I began to write from inside that moment. The poem surfaced. I was thankful but humbled by the poem’s simple lesson: Sometimes the imagination exposes you to a new world but leaves you at its doorstep. — Eduardo Corral
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