Late the Hour I Ask For
Reason, beckon I to thee,
Bequeath this night
Ensnare my wild heart to know
Order and peace,
To challenge now these flames of fire
in torrents of desire
On word, oh thought, to hope, and
To desecrate this soft serene
Like flares of icy cold
A stinging bitterness below.
Only her, pure
lips of red,
An image born of fiery stead,
Yet ‘tis enough,
To pierce this heart, control, encase.
Ahh, but time has kept you free
Not more than human eye
And late the hour I ask for thee.
And late the
hour I ask for thee.
Kevin Smith, NY, Bishop Grimes Jr./Sr.
SECOND PLACE WINNER spring/summer 07
In snow up to my waist I watched as he turned to trod home,
passed with choppy gait beneath the oaks that dwarfed even his
When the sled he towed disappeared into the wood, and
swallowed all sound, I too, turned homeward but found
no reason or wish to continue.
The pasture: a
soundless dome of grey sky and grey snow
that for all my clement
spring days spent among these cow paths
and the peasant hosannas of
hawthorn blossoms, memory could claim none of.
Snow fell, rolled
off my shoulders, and then didn't.
Snow fell, and fell, and I
melted into the hillside
as what washes ashore is swallowed by
Had you not turned back?
but tomorrow, Will, if we go, walk me home.
I fear I
believe too strongly that the fitful winds of time should fill
few and wayward footprints more quickly than any snowfall,
can't help but give in to the unchanging snows,
as when talk tires
at last of its offices
and the dark-eyed boy whose charms I swore
to transcend asks
for just one kiss.
Hannah B. Lincoln, VT,
Harwood Union High
SECOND PLACE WINNER spring/summer 07
Forms of Interruption
We met in spacious summerland hotel-park,
the middle of a
I am in a crowd of droning bees.
clutching the hem of your teeshirt,
sparrowsonging a passing
You foot the sand between your toes.
You smile at my hands
braced against the fence.
This moment, as small
as ten ants in
a jar, as wondrous as
a stone woman holding a clay jar of
You palmed cerulean sky as it dripped from
my hair, on your
face the glow of mahogany evening.
I saw the firelight draw down
your eyes to tears.
When you smiled at me, your face lit in verdant
your eyes green pebbles, your small
clutching the dirt as though the wind would rend you
spiderweb to the hand of a passerby,
when you smiled,
jar fell from my hands.
Caitlin Parker-Arnett, WA, Snohomish High
THIRD PLACE WINNER spring/summer 07
They stopped the ferry
because of ice in the bay.
do that every year,
but this time Nora wouldn’t leave.
has the seabirds to keep her company.
She has her island, and
her out-of-tune piano.
Matthew’s been gone for fourteen
and still she keeps his glasses by the bed,
down and getting scratched,
the way he left them.
they could be as good as new
but nothing’s new here. Even the
get repainted and sent out to lonely
I started writing home a postcard
like the summer
Even if I had someway to send it
I would have
nothing to say.
We’re doing alright.
The graceful empty
gets cold in winter. At night the slow waves
Mari Michener Oye, MA, Wellesley
THIRD PLACE WINNERS spring summer 07
Where Once There Were Stars
turning now, from a lie of sleep,
echoes of Your body
entombed within the soft fleece sheets;
the sweet illustrious scent of Your
every breath pierced with this fresh, white, peace;
lying now upon my
staring at the soft glow
of candles (dancing across the plaster
Where once there
the constellations now in their humble
filling the vastness of Your eyes
and when I stare into the
stillness of this beauty
i find a solace amongst those
a tiny place between perseus and andromeda
but enough space for me
[to lose myself] in You;
and Lady, i swear these words do not do You
sleeping now, i promise
You are so Delicately
m p e r f e c t
Brian Waddell, NY, Schalmont High School
Terra Cotta/ Growing
The potted cactus
In its place on the windowsill overlooking
the dull streets,
Its leathery skin filmed over with lint dust
and cigarette residue,
Has learned to subsist upon damp grey city
And bright hot desert dreams.
Erica Thompson, OR,
Crescent Valley High
in random order
A Re-Inspired Gyration of Environmental Thinking –Larisa
Chavez, Germany, Vilseck American HS
Frei - Ashli Elizabeth Mackey, Qatar,
American School of Doha
Mirtica-Jacqueline Cortizo, FL, Saint Brendan
poetry thawed – Cassie Hall, PA, Lincoln Park Performing Arts Charter
Like Teems to Love – Kyle McClain, FL, Bartrum Trail HS
Raincatcher – Rachel Chatham, CA, Scotts Valley
Pianissimo – Karen Wickert,
MN, Harding HS
Candle Walk – Trevor King, PA, Slippery Rock Area
Reclaimed Beauty – Lauren Kososki, NY, Spencerport HS
dying dawn –
Liesl Olson, WA, Lake Washington HS
Somnium Excitare – Laura Ball, MD,
For the Existence of Myself and My Self – Tiffany J. Chiu, CA,
Temple City HS
The Echoed Fall – Amanda Lozada, MA, Beverly HS
Emily Katitus, OH, HFJC Christian Institute
Prosperous – Alyssa Odango, VA,
Wagon’s Trail – Justine Koo Drennan, CA, Crystal Springs Uplands
Sarai – Michael Meyer, OH, Thomas Worthington
wind pushing against
you on 4th street – Keren Yohannes, KY, Brown School
10 Degrees Below the
Fire Escape – Samantha Rance, MA, Andover HS
soap stone – Bonnie Kavoussi,
TX, Saint Mary’s Hall
The Last Fight of August – Elizabeth Deanna Morris, PA,
Rush Baby – Anya Rosen, CA, La Canada HS
Permanence- Kevin Guo, MO, Parkway Central HS
A Dream About the End of the
World – Jason Grant, KY, Paul Lawrence Dunbar HS
You wolves that prowl… -
Conrad Elliott Schott, LA, LA School for Math, Science, and the Arts
– Jenny Shen, MA, Westborough HS
Pennsylvania. Highway. March. - Jenna
Boyles, PA, Frazier HS
Warriors - Emily Fisher, NJ, Howell HS
Molly E. Simas, CA, Arcata HS
How About Tulips - Nicole Weingartner, NJ,
Hasbrouck Heights HS
Nang Drama Sanctuary - Phil Roberg, IL, Sycamore
Etch - a - Sketch - David Amidon, NE, Omaha Westside
Mosaic - Lindsay
Bernsen, TX, Clear Brook HS
<Scrubbing Potatoes> - Hesper Fang, MI,
Forest Hills Central HS
Stench - Seshia Abe, CT, Fairfield Warde HS
thirteen - Joanna Thacher, NJ, Pemberton Township HS
Sometimes on Sunday
Mornings - Amanda Prezuhy, PA, Central Bucks HS South
Breakthrough (Life Can
Be Like This) - Michelle Touhey, CA, Dixon
Don't Know Where To Go - Kimberly
Naylor, CA, Castro Valley HS
The Impression that They Get - Nelson Johnson,
AZ, Horizon HS
To the Valley - Jamila Zuwayed, CA, John W. North HS
Affected - Meredith Renegar, VA, Hickory HS
Flight and Symmetry - Desislava
Kalcheva, CA, University City HS