
Poetry Finalist: “Alpharetta / Johns Creek”
and a movie./ This isn’t the kind of town that people/ pass through for more than business or family matters.

and a movie./ This isn’t the kind of town that people/ pass through for more than business or family matters.

— for whatever reason. Maybe they misplaced something on the/ kitchen counter/ or forgot to leave something there.

I’ll check out as soon as I can, really/ Different cities — I have a list of places where you’ll find my bones/ someday when

Pink/ The color most commonly overlooked / Pink can be happy/ It can be angry and/ It can be sad

They say she’s not quite right/ But they assume she’ll be okay/ And so they overlook her/ Day after day …

It has arisen, my dears, my children/ The war of a millennium years/ Blood of all are spilled throughout/ Filling the bare ground with a

The snow falls without a sound/ And again and again, all around/ Shivers, sighs, no disguise/ Twisting, dancing, always prancing …

We live in a era where somebody will spend little time on Earth for stealing some bread, while criminals are set free for shooting someone

She’s actually dangerous, as crazy as they get/ I’d never love again if she is my predestined/ I guess we all could use that lesson

Please tell me again why color dictates standards/ Didn’t y’all spend decades trying to reverse actions?

Top left, acutely American/ Going On the Road/ But finding only the Grapes of Wrath/ Pressed and fermented in my flask…

But why/ Mind numb; body wired/ why not be enticed/ and let all the blur/ of high-speed travel/ conquer the senses.