I’m very happy to report that I’ve been selected as a finalist for the Creekwalker Poetry Prize. Here’s the citation from the judges, Tom Mark Gilbert and Finalist judge, Jannie Dresser.
I am writing to inform you that you have been selected as one of three Finalists for our 2010 Creekwalker Poetry Prize out of a field of 17 Semi-Finalists. Finalists’ Judge Jannie Dresser and I found your work moving and evocative, with a level of depth and mystery that greatly appealed to us.
Thanks so much for including my work in my first entrance in a poetry competition.
Below is one of five poems I submitted for consideration. Enjoy!
Under every light and banner of night, trains thrum, sound rises to
Meet the day, bouncing back and forth from earth to sky until
It reaches an ear trained for something else altogether. Absence makes
The now palpable, unforgiving. Tracks wind into distance; a boy sure of his
Love jumps the car to find it. Sharp pangs drive him toward the one thing
He needs. And every folk song ever written, guitar strum and wailing voice
Reaches back in time through the night. Whistles for loved ones the train’s
Iron knows nothing of. Nothing but steel wheels, locomotion, steam rising
In clouds. Going forward is its own reward. The leap, the air, the heart.