60th NMW Award for Poetry.
VIctor McConnell of Golden, Colorado for “Love Junkies”
A gorgeous daydream of all the places lovers may travel… all without ever leaving the Land of Bed.
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59th NMW Award for Poetry.
Sara Shea of Asheville, North Carolina for “Customs”
An evocative rumination on heritage, familial connection, and citizenship, Shea’s poem is a dynamic lament that grows more achingly relevant by the day.
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NMW Winner | Poem of the Week Contest
Trish Lindsey Jaggers of Bowling Green, Kentucky for “What Dancing Is”
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NMW Winner | Poem of the Week Contest
Kevin Swanwick of Walden, New York for “Tell the Bees”
Tell the Bees | Kevin Swanwick Read More »
NMW Winner | Poem of the Week Contest
Jed Myers of Seattle, Washington for “I Can’t Feel the War”
I Can’t Feel the War | Jed Myers Read More »
NMW Winner | America, One Year from Now Writing Contest
Kathy McGoldrick of Ellicottville, New York for “Hope”
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58th NMW Award for Poetry.
kerry rawlinson of of Peachland, Canada for “Tomorrow, a Different Universe”
As we navigate this new age of strangeness, “Tomorrow, A Different Universe,” offers a beautiful balm, a hopeful signpost, and a loving reminder to direct our gaze to the infinite tomorrow.
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NMW Fear Award
Partridge Boswell of Woodstock, Vermont for “Lazarus at Seven AM”
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57th NMW Award for Poetry.
Jed Myers of Seattle, Washington for “One on One”
Oh, the adventures we would have, and the wondrous things I would show you…if only I were young again and you were still here with me.
Reader, do longings like these rattle around in your heart? Then this poem is for you.
One on One | Jed Myers Read More »
55th NMW Award for Poetry.
David Sloan of Brunswick, Maine for “Lines in Algonquin”
Sloan’s “Lines in Algonquin” is a transportive meditation on primal paradoxes.
Why does experiencing Nature alone reveal one’s connection to every living thing? How can a moonless sky make us feel inconsequential yet intricately linked to every falling star? For those who could happily spend a lifetime pondering such questions, this poem is for you.
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