Winner
A.D Winans
San Francisco, CA
Poem for Jack Micheline
He was the high note of a wailing saxophone
The spark that ignites a fire
He was a shot of tequila
A glass of imported beer
A shaman
A vagabond poet shuffling words
Like a river-boat gambler
Ravished by illness
Ravished by time
He painted his visions on canvass
In parks in bars and coffee houses
His poems singing out across the
Streets of America
Pure innocence pure genius
Spinning words that hung in the air
Like a hummingbird drunk on the
Pollen of life
Honourable Mention
Wendy Hockstein
New York, NY
And the sea said to me
And the sea said to me,
come into my depths.
We will be one together,
until the very end.
I almost went in,
walking until it reached my waist.
Waiting for someone to tell me to stop.
In the end I was scared,
and ran back to shore.
Wishing I had gone,
a few inches more.
When I came back home,
no one asked where I'd been.
Except for my brother,
I told him with kin.
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