FIRST PLACE WINNER for Spring/Summer 07 and
Winner of the Easterday Poetry Award for the 06-07 school year 
($1000 scholarship) 

Late the Hour I Ask For Thee
Reason, beckon I to thee,
Bequeath this night your sanity.
Ensnare my wild heart to know
Order and peace, somehow lo
To challenge now these flames of fire
That feast in torrents of desire
On word, oh thought, to hope, and dream,
To desecrate this soft serene
Like flares of icy cold bestow
A stinging bitterness below.
Only her, pure lips of red,
An image born of fiery stead,
Yet ‘tis enough, perfection’s face,
To pierce this heart, control, encase.
Ahh, but time has kept you free
Not more than human eye can’t see.
And late the hour I ask for thee.
And late the hour I ask for thee.
Kevin Smith, NY, Bishop Grimes Jr./Sr. HS
SECOND PLACE WINNER spring/summer 07
($250.00 scholarship)

Ice Maiden
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 frame. 
When the sled he towed disappeared into the wood, and the forest
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 sand.
Had you not turned back?
Well, then…I don't know
but tomorrow, Will, if we go, walk me home.
I fear I believe too strongly that the fitful winds of time should fill
my few and wayward footprints more quickly than any snowfall,
and I 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 School
SECOND PLACE WINNER spring/summer 07
($250.00 scholarship)
Forms of Interruption
We met in spacious summerland hotel-park,
the middle of a fuchsia summer.
I am in a crowd of droning bees.
You are clutching the hem of your teeshirt,
sparrowsonging a passing cat.
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 water—
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 leafshadow,
your eyes green pebbles, your small
fingers clutching the dirt as though the wind would rend you
as a spiderweb to the hand of a passerby,
when you smiled,
the clay jar fell from my hands.
Caitlin Parker-Arnett, WA, Snohomish High School

THIRD PLACE WINNER spring/summer 07
($100.00 scholarship)
Monhegan Lines
They stopped the ferry
because of ice in the bay.
They do that every year,
but this time Nora wouldn’t leave.
She has the seabirds to keep her company.
She has her island, and her out-of-tune piano.
Matthew’s been gone for fourteen years
and still she keeps his glasses by the bed,
lenses down and getting scratched,
the way he left them.
Polished, they could be as good as new
but nothing’s new here. Even the lobster buoys
get repainted and sent out to lonely tethers.
I started writing home a postcard
like the summer people do.
Even if I had someway to send it
I would have nothing to say.
We’re doing alright.
The graceful empty house
gets cold in winter. At night the slow waves
wear the beach away.
Mari Michener Oye, MA, Wellesley HS
THIRD PLACE WINNERS spring summer 07
($100.00 scholarships)

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 soul
every breath pierced with this fresh, white, peace;
lying now upon my back
staring at the soft glow
of candles (dancing across the plaster abyss)
Where    once    there    were    stars;
the constellations now in their humble retreat
filling the vastness of Your eyes
and when I stare into the stillness of this beauty
[so alive;]
i find a solace amongst those stars
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 justice;
sleeping now, i promise
You are so Delicately
I 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 light
And bright hot desert dreams.
Erica Thompson, OR, Crescent Valley High School
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 HS
poetry thawed – Cassie Hall, PA, Lincoln Park Performing Arts Charter Center
Like Teems to Love – Kyle McClain, FL, Bartrum Trail HS
The Raincatcher – Rachel Chatham, CA, Scotts Valley
Pianissimo – Karen Wickert, MN, Harding HS
Candle Walk – Trevor King, PA, Slippery Rock Area HS
Reclaimed Beauty – Lauren Kososki, NY, Spencerport HS
dying dawn – Liesl Olson, WA, Lake Washington HS
Somnium Excitare – Laura Ball, MD, Liberty HS
For the Existence of Myself and My Self – Tiffany J. Chiu, CA, Temple City HS
The Echoed Fall – Amanda Lozada, MA, Beverly HS
Twilight – Emily Katitus, OH, HFJC Christian Institute
Prosperous – Alyssa Odango, VA, Granby HS
Wagon’s Trail – Justine Koo Drennan, CA, Crystal Springs Uplands School
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, Harrisburg
Rush Baby – Anya Rosen, CA, La Canada HS
Evanescence and 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
Cadences – Jenny Shen, MA, Westborough HS
Pennsylvania. Highway. March. - Jenna Boyles, PA, Frazier HS
Warriors - Emily Fisher, NJ, Howell HS
Untitled - Molly E. Simas, CA, Arcata HS
How About Tulips - Nicole Weingartner, NJ, Hasbrouck Heights HS
Nang Drama Sanctuary - Phil Roberg, IL, Sycamore HS
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
five 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
The Affected - Meredith Renegar, VA, Hickory HS
Flight and Symmetry - Desislava Kalcheva, CA, University City HS