Category Archives: 30 for 30 Poetry Celebration

Cathy Hailey, this year’s 30 for 30 judge has selected Susan Schied as this year’s winner. Judge’s Statement I enjoyed the diverse approaches poets took to meet Mike’s challenge, some providing more evidence of the collaging technique within the poem … Continue reading →

And now a poem from our judge: Listening to Trees    I In April’s final week, a flourish  of green stippling fills spaces  held by sky, thickening leafscape,  deepening hues forming forest  understory. Canopy trees call my  name, beckon me … Continue reading →

Piano Man   It’s always dusk when I hear him through the open window. He plays a swaying melody, lyrical flights with a darker underpinning of dissonant harmonies.   Drawn to the music, two mockingbirds alight on the wire tonight, … Continue reading →

                        Year to Date   Months of Covid-induced sequestration helped me get work done as I multi-tasked my anxious brain into a mental fog.   In February, geese and buffleheads skidded on thin ice in the Huron River while I … Continue reading →

To preserve formatting, this poem has been saved as a PDF. Please click on the link below to access it. Arsenic Dance Bio: Kayla Hare is a poet and flash fiction writer from Birmingham, Alabama. She is currently in her … Continue reading →

Poseidon   He invited me to sit with him in the small wheelhouse which was faintly lit by the computer screens of a few navigational devices.   But, before the sun broke the horizon, The silent calmness was rudely interrupted … Continue reading →

MOUNTAIN VALLEY PIPELINE   I scroll down the sterile pixelated news, and whiffs of paper pulp don’t hang   in the air, and inky newsprint doesn’t stain my fingers. That transient stain as familiar   as the walnut hulls years … Continue reading →

Two-hearted “You look like a boy,” the child at the table next to me at the diner, hisses at me, “you don’t smell pretty like a girl.”  He’s a tow-headedtot – out of a squeaky-clean laundry ad.  Yet, his hiss … Continue reading →

That’s All She Wrote She was going to be a great lady, a literary lady of wordsSo she set out to write the great novel, to make sure that her voice could be heard.She wrote while her brain was on … Continue reading →