June 2002Café Society's Poetry News Update
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An Interview With



Summer Breeze has been publishing poetry since 1988. She has on the internet since November 1998. Now retired, Summer accepts an occasional job caring for people who choose to die at home. She works by candlelight with her computer, having a aversion for electric lights. Only recently did she purchase a used washing machine after scrubbing clothes by hand in the bathtub became too physically taxing. "I'm richer now than I've ever been in my life," claims the 59 yearend woman who "ejected" herself from suburbia of the 1950's. "I went to the beauty shop twice a week, played duplicate bridge and golf, went bowling and took piano lessons. Now I'm free from the need to wear a frozen smile on my face to get a paycheck to buy toys I don't need. I have honesty in my relationships. I take pauses in the wilderness. At times, I feel the same sense of wonder and aliveness I felt as a child." Summer said starting in her late twenties, she began to question things like "conspicuous consumption" and "keeping up with the Jones's." Since then, she's steered her life in a direction that to some would be regarded as the antithesis of the American dream. She said she sees a world dream in which individuals contribute to an overall healing effect by living a low impact lifestyle and sharing. "When the human spirit is healed the Earth will heal itself," she quotes Michael Eliseuson.

Since 1988, Summer, under the name Mother Bird Books, has published the works of 200 poets and novelists in more than a hundred titles totaling 12,000 copies. She also publishes a poetry ezine titled, Moongate Internationale, which features poetry, fiction and nonfiction by writers from around the globe.

Mother Bird Books released two books by New Mexican writers this past year: a children's tale about the origin of the dream catcher by a Bayard resident who calls himself Finder and Thunder Mountain by Uncle River, a novel of magical realism.

Her first impetus to publish struck ten years ago when she opened her home to a friend who was down on his luck. During his stay, he composed an epic poem titled, "A Small Bird's Nest." "I wanted to be able to read it again and again; I wanted others to read it," Summer said, "so I put it in book form."

Summer will continue to publish in hopes that the words she prints will provide inspiration, encouragement or motivation to readers and artists alike.

She also hopes her books will "come into the hands of someone with the means to take them to the next level of production": wider distribution, author television interviews, film contracts . . . "These artists, poets, writers, musicians, painters etc, deserve international recognition."

Summer summarized her perspective succinctly: "Benjamin Franklin said, 'A penny saved is a penny earned.' That just promotes the idea of scarcity. It says we have to worry about the rainy day and makes us feel insecure about the future. I don't believe that. Happiness comes from giving away..."

(bio credit: interview by Carla DeMarco, 1993)


Poetry L & T:When and why did you first start writing poetry, Summer?

Summer:It took me 3 'starts' before poetry 'took': a couple of poems in grade school, about a dozen when I went to college, which was after I had birthed four children and the youngest started kindergarten. And the third start...

In 1988 a friend of a friend, Michael Eliesuson, traveling cross country from Minnesota to California, ended up with a broken car and empty pocketbook, in my home town of Silver City, New Mexico. He ended up spending the winter and returned several winters, and he was the first real live poet I had ever met. Michael started our monthly poetry readings in a local café and together we started publishing poetry under the name of "Singing Wings". Our first books were xeroxed and stapled together. When a fork came into our publishing endeavour, he kept the name and I kept the logo which I now use for Moongate - it is a Mimbres design of a raven. When I published hard copy (1988-1998) I used the name Mother Bird Books.

Poetry L & T:Who are your favorite poets?

Summer:Because I went to college to become a nurse, my background in poetry was very limited. Of dead poets I have more of 'favorite poems' than 'favorite poets' - like Sara Teasdale's "Barter", Emily Dickenson's "I'm Nobody Who Are You", and Ginsberg's "Howl" was a lifeline for me while I was in college in the late '60's. Of living poets my favorites are David Mitchell, Ken Peters, David Jackson and Daisy Sidewinder (who also writes under the name of Dandelion de la Rue). But there are so many! Ward Kelley, Porat, John Horvath Jr. to name a couple more.

Poetry L & T: How did the idea for the Moongate website first happen?

Summer:I ran out of money and energy! I had published Moongate hardcopy for about 4 years, anywhere between 200 and 1,000 copies depending on what I could find. I would travel around Silver City to libraries, cafés and various stores and leave 20 to 40 copies at each place - always free.

Poetry L & T: You publish poetry under several different names, including Vera Jackson, Summer Music and others. Do you have any special reasons for doing so?

Summer:There were times when I felt a bit timid publishing poetry under my name. Once I used Helen Bach, feeling like I had been to "hell and back" (several times). When I used Sam Hill I wanted to write under a male name just for the experience. The name that is most special to me may be a little harder to comprehend - Thomas Henry. T.H. Keys was a writer, poet and classical guitarist. His full name was Thomas Henry Keyes and he committed suicide one year ago, last March. The last nine months of his life he spent in a jail in Thailand and it was so dehumanizing, he never recovered. Most of Tom's fiction and poetry is political and when I start to write a political poem I feel Tom's presence over my shoulder... AND his approval or maybe editing of a line or word.

Poetry L & T: You were publishing Mother Bird Books long before Moongate and the existence of the Internet. Was it very different in the early days?

Summer:With hardcopies I had to distribute them myself and the readership was limited to the number of copies I could afford to have printed. Then I had only one poet that did not live in the USA (he lived in India) and now I have poets I've published from 24 different countries and I have had visitors to Moongate on the Internet from 124 different countries - the audience is limitless.

Poetry L & T:What are the main aims of Moongate?

Summer:Number one reason is my motto: "seeking world peace and personal peace through poetry". My original impulse and still pertinent is the hope that some of the wonderful poets I have met may get some renumeration for their talent. It took 14 years for a breakthrough here - in the past year, 6 of the poets I have published have had poems accepted by McGraw-Hill for school textbooks - from $250 paid Jodey Bateman for his poem "The Code Talkers" to Ken Peter's poem "Ovipositing" for $1,000.

Poetry L & T:Do you have any favourite themes which you like to write about in your poetry?

Summer:I guess it would be true to say I write about what I like to read about... nature and politics. But I never feel like I've written a poem until someone tells me they were touched by what I wrote.

Poetry L & T:There is a feeling of hardship in your poem "Permission". What particular experience led to you writing this poem?

Summer:Oh my! This was not my intent. I was reflecting on some emotions that can destroy one and tried to suggest this is OK, even better, to let oneself feel what one feels, even to feel what others feel - like allowing oneself to go without food until REAL hunger is felt etc. For too long 'civilized society' has been taught to hide their feelings. Do this long enough and sometime/somewhere we explode in various and sundry ways.

Poetry L & T:What do you look for in poetry submissions sent to you at Moongate?

Summer: In part, I think I agree with David Jackson who says so much of our response to a poem depends on what mood we are in when we receive it. For this reason I always print out poems submitted and wait until there is a good quiet space to read them. I always encourage everyone who submits poetry to me believing it is first, personal therapy, to write.

If I am touched by a poem I publish it. Probably at age 68 I am jaded. Seldom do I publish what I call 'luff poems'. My preference is free verse that feels like it just flowed from the 'pen'.

Poetry L & T:The Internet has helped a lot of poets to find new outlets for their work. How has it been of help to you?

Summer:My work is to be an outlet for other poets. When I publish my own poems it is with the same 'urge' I had in needing to write the poem. The only place I have sent any poems to is artvilla.com. My only goal with poetry is to become the best editor I can be. I had no qualifications to be a poetry editor except for desire. I'm still learning the 'how to'.

Poetry L & T:I hear that you have a CD of music and poetry which you made with Dave Jackson, editor of Artvilla. I would like to know more about that...

Summer:It was magical! A couple years ago I was flying to visit a sister in Florida and David arranged for me to stop off in Nashville on my homeward trip. We had 48 hours and I could only leave the 'magic' when both of us agreed that our visit would not be the last one. If one knows the feeling of being creative - two people together being creative is... or feels - magical! But it was all due to David's recording abilities. When he did a playback for me I couldn't believe it was my voice.

Poetry L & T:Finally, Summer, what advice would you offer for a young poet seeking success, or to improve his or her poetry?

Summer:Always write for yourself first. When submitting poetry to a website read some of the poems already published. When including poetry in email do not use different fonts or colors - most are impossible to cut/paste.

I don't feel qualified to say how one might improve one's poetry. I do have one style that crinkles me - when one writes complete sentences and even paragraphs and then breaks it into lines to look like a poem - that is just what it feels like - prose. There are rare poets who can make 'pregnant' line breaks, otherwise these breaks are distracting.

Poetry L & T:Thank you for the interview, Summer.


Kind of you to ask!

CLICK HERE to read poetry by Summer Breeze.


Dear Poets,

Welcome to the June 2002 issue of Poetry Life & Times (For those of you reading this on a mirror site and not poetrylifeandtimes.com, click here).

This issue features an interview with Summer Breeze, who is the editor of the website Moongate at artvilla.com

Featured Poets this month include Ward Kelley, The Rhyme Master (Jim Dunlap), Dave Jackson, Cara Alson, Richard Vallance and Jan Sand.

The Vallance Review this month explores the sonnet "After Long Days of Dull Perpetual Rain" by William Wetmore Story (1819-1895). An appropriate sonnet for much of the weather here in the UK recently!

Any comments on this issue or back issues can be emailed to me on the link at the bottom of the page. Announcements are always welcome (brief if possible), you can also promote poetry books here.

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Click title below for this month's Vallance Review feature

Richard Vallance reviews sonnets, both classic and modern.


Featured Poets this month include Ward Kelley, The Rhyme Master (Jim Dunlap), Dave Jackson, Cara Alson, Richard Vallance and Jan Sand. Many thanks to all contributors.


Ward Kelley has seen more than 1100 of his poems appear in journals world wide. A Pushcart Prize nominee, Kelley's publication credits include such journals as: ACM Another Chicago Magazine, Rattle, Zuzu's Petals, Ginger Hill, Sunstone, Spillway, Pif, 2River View, Melic Review, Poetry Life & Times, Thunder Sandwich, The Animist, Offcourse, Potpourri and Skylark. Recently he was the recipient of the Nassau Review Poetry Award for 2001. Kelley is the author of two paperbacks: "histories of souls," a poetry collection, and "Divine Murder," a novel; he also has an epic poem, "comedy incarnate" on CD and CD ROM.

Quote from Ward:
"As for me, I'm a 51 year old business executive with 3,600 people in the division reporting to me. I only mention this because in a sense the daimon that propels my occupation also propels my poetry. For instance, Gertrude Stein once said, "If Mr. Robert Frost is at all good as a poet, it is because he is a farmer -- really in his mind a farmer, I mean." So in my mind am I a businessman who writes poetry, or a very minor poet successful at business? Who knows? Yet I tread carefully with this balance for fear my daimon will leave me, or my greed will taunt me for decades.

Formerly I managed distribution centers in Pennsylvania, Ohio, California, Arizona and Illinois. My wife and I now live outside of Indianapolis and are currently toiling with much determination on our second crop of children, having adopted four wonderful girls and fostered several others."

Of the 1162 published pieces, some have found their way into:


"comedy incarnate" on CD ROM
by Kedco Studios (Las Vegas, NV)

"histories of souls" an ebook & POD
by Word Wrangler Publishing, Inc. (Montana)

"comedy incarnate" on AUDIO CD
by Artvilla (Tennessee)

"the naming of parts" an ebbok
by Shyflower Press (Minnesota)

NEW: "Divine Murder" a novel, paperback
by Word Wrangler Publishing, Inc. (Montana)*
*Editor's Note: I have read "Divine Murder" and thoroughly recommend this compelling story concerning the divine, the diabolical and the struggles of two mortals to discover their momentous destiny.

Of the 1008 published pieces, some have found their way into:

ACM, Another Chicago Magazine
Ginger Hill
The GSU Review
The Listening Eye
The Lucid Stone
Mad Poets Review
Nassau Review
The Old Red Kimono
Porcupine Literary Magazine
River King
Sulphur River Review

Adirondack Review
The Animist
Big Bridge
Lynx: poetry from Bath
Melic Review
The Paumanok Review
Poetry Life & Times
Poetry Magazine.Com
The Rose & Thorn
San Francisco Salvo
Thunder Sandwich
2River View
Unlikely Stories
Zuzu's Petals

© Ward Kelley

One can intuit the past lives of the soul,
for their vestiges are sometimes visible,
lingering like the pleasant wisps from

a cap gun used in childhood to kill those
imaginary villains... each life a single
cap: exploded, popped, its evidence

only wishes or knowledge or certainty that
pokes your intuition. So where elusive, it can
still be seen; but why do we forget the exact

former lives themselves? Why must we intuit,
instead of remember? What are the physical reasons
for this? I cannot yet say, but only know how

the world of the soul works. It's physics, not
metaphysics, and one day some scientist will
discover the physical reason for these vestiges.

Artist's note:

Will and Ariel Durant (1885-1981 and 1898-1981) wrote in "The Lessons of History", paraphrasing Plato:

"The soul is the self-moving force in man, and is part of the self-moving Soul of all things. It is pure vitality, incorporeal and immortal. It existed before the body, and has brought with it from antecedent incarnations many memories which, when awakened by new life, are mistaken for new knowledge".

© Ward Kelley

A woman is a mist, alluring to that which she
cannot grasp until he comes so close he loses
his own exact dimensions and begins to believe

it is he who is the mist. A woman is a mist; she is
a thing of beauty and mystery until the sun of
age slowly appears to gradually dissemble her.

A woman is a mist, and that which she forms is
at first hidden by this ephemeral smoke until she
chooses to uncover her creation, not unlike birth,

although she frequently claims to have not been
a part of this production, or at least not to have been
fully aware of its occurrence inside the mist of love.

© Ward Kelley

The eye at the top of the pyramid
makes one most uneasy in its

particular glare, its unblinking
knowledge of proper allurement,

its call to some unspoken mystery
that we're supposed to know...

but we really don't.

It will sit and wait, a tad impatient,
folded in our wallet, ready to pounce

at our command or whim...
and we think we might learn

someday how to live without it,
yearn somehow to require less,

but we really don't.

© Ward Kelley

I never knew why you put on those
clothes of mourning, that one night,

the grey veil, the black dress with
nothing underneath. I could not know

your meaning, but you agreed with me
it was the most passionate night of our

lives. Years later I see part of this lust
was your refusal to describe your choice

of apparel; another part was the way these
black clothes lay rumpled on the oak chair.

© Ward Kelley

The blood throbs; we have a pulse capable
of quickening - us metaphors - our veins living
examples of the unseen soulish currents that
swarm constantly as they envelop the planet.

Order is not the purpose, or even a decent
goal. Instead it is the pounding of life
against the stark cold that induces the currents,
the brown river of time, from which we all

must come to take our turn again in the labors.

© Ward Kelley

Poetry delivers the greatest
punch of any art, but it does

so on an extremely selective basis,
like the mating of exotic fruit flies.

The tygers and the sick roses
could have been lost forever

without the proper editor or
the poet willing to publish,

yet a brilliant poem does little
good without a receptive reader.

(Rhyme Master)

Jim is in the Marquis, Who's Who In America and will be in the Marquis Who's Who In The World in it's next edition as well. He is also in the Directory of American Poets and Fiction Writers.

His list of publications include "Candelabrum", "Plainsongs" and the "Paris/ Atlantic"; and he is now (or has been) online at "Die Niderngasse", "Poetry Repair Shop", "Midnight Edition" and Poetry Life & Times". He is a resident poet, and an Alpha poet at the Poet's Porch, is usually on Poetry Down Under and has had about six hundred poems published to date. He has been in the Writer's Digest top 100 three times, although he doesn't usually enter their contests any more, as their entry fees have gone out of sight. However, he has decided to send a single poem this time. He is currently the newsletter editor for the Des Moines Area Writers' Network.

Jim's website, which included a lot of favorite poems by other writers, as well as his own work, is sadly now defunct, as Netscape discontinued their wonderful sites.netscape and now have a new site which is basically worthless for all practical purposes.

His work appears online at:
on Describe_Adonis in the Yahoo groups,
and in a number of other places as well.

© Jim Dunlap

Caught up in trivialities,
Perhaps bogged down in life --
We lose all spontaneity
In daily rounds and strife.

Large scale disasters hurt,
And cause their share of pain --
But little niggling problems
Eat deep... like acid rain.

The generalities of life,
With most insidious stealth,
Erode calm and composure --
And tarnish mental health.

Yet sometimes little things can help --
Like sunsets... or a toasted wiener
Over bonfires on an autumn day:
They recalibrate demeanor.

Few of us can move the earth --
But unlike the beasts and birds,
Some can shake the world's foundations
With a few well-chosen words.

© Jim Dunlap

Like ostriches bury their heads in the sand,
We pretend that many bad things don't exist.
Infectious dideases continuously expand.
We're often screwed without being kissed.
The cautions we've painfully learned over time
Are disregarded by fools, lean and tanned...
While warning bells fruitlessly chime.
Thinking we're better than poor foreign lands,
We exit latrines without washing our hands.
We take antibiotics just till we 'feel better',
Then we brusquely put them away --
Since we won't follow direction to the letter,
Drug-resistant bacteria may someday hold sway --
And humanity yield to a 'bug', small and gray.
It's far from manly to put loved ones at risk
By disregarding the most basic hygiene --
Efforts to protect a computer floppy disk
Far outdo the desire to keep our hands clean.
Lethal diseases proliferate apace,
And the body counts rise with each passing year.
Stupidity could simply condemn our whole race --
It seems that bacteria have little to fear.

© Jim Dunlap

The cop stopped alongside
Of a nondescript old car
On a secluded country lane
(Besmirched with grime and tar.)

His eyes were met, on looking in,
With a spectacle of fun:
An old man, on his lady,
Was trying out his gun...

The cop knocked on the window,
And things came to a halt.
While they rearranged their clothes,
He questioned the old salt.

"Have you no home to go to?"
The officer inquired.
"I've spent a lifetime there,"
Was said, "just since I've retired."

"But these things are hard to come by,
And the wife said, 'Let's make haste,
And put that to good use
Before it goes to waste.' "

© Jim Dunlap

Though he struggle and pant,

© Jim Dunlap

The gauntlet's been thrown down --
Prepare to meet your fate!
Disheartened dawdling may improve
Your chance of being late.

Yet it's too late to panic,
So go bravely to your post;
But pinch your pallid cheek a bit,
Or they'll think you've seen a ghost.

You forgot, your Daddy told you,
As you sat upon his knee,
"There's no need to buy the cow
If the milk is yours for free."

Thus all pales before the purpose
That's noosed you in this halter:
Your fate is now upon you, lad:
She's waiting at the altar.

Author's Note:
I have to give credit here to Jean Hull Hermann, Editor of Mobius, who basically co-wrote this one with me.

David Jackson
Editor of artvilla.com

Born in 1948 to small acreage tobacco farmers in Tennessee. His mother is Brazilian, his father Scottish/Irish. Educated and supported as a mechanical engineer who designs products for a major appliance maker. He wrote nothing, painted nothing until age 39. His first painting is dated 1987. Wayne Jackson was the first to hang David's painting in his house. He even put a light under it. David has a briefcase full of words by Wayne which he is slowly presenting. Sometime after Wayne's death in 1989 he started writing poetry again and still does. He is also into family, music, songwriting, recording, web publishing, cats, and Schmutt, his dog. "People are starting to notice the poetry more lately." David tells me. "I'm becoming known a little as an editor for sure. ArtPage Images is between Atlantic Monthly and the Atlanta Review at Yahoo. The little guy can compete on the web. So I'm reaching people but I'm still outsider Dave and I constantly remind myself that these 1800 pages I have published on the web depend on $23.50 a month to the hosting guys. It's all a mirage, but so is life. It's all done with mirrors. I know. I'm an engineer."

© David Jackson

I looked out the window as I drove to work and saw wonders through the trees wonders through the telephone poles, through the suburban sprawl, wonders like an indescript bird flying through the corner of my eye. It's in the corner over there, where you can find it, what you are looking for, over there, behind the papers of your life behind the photos. It's there and sometimes in the papers the photos the art whatever you left behind, man ya know? UNTITLED © David Jackson
Let me begin here in this small room where I've painted myself into a corner of who I am. I never wanted that to get out. I was a work in progress, in motion. You could not pin me down. I was something and now I have become what? this sometimes poet in a moment of imagined glory when what? when someone reads? when life flutters like what? Like the wind rattling the leaves. like the modern poet reads like the dead poets read like what? when life shines like what? Like the sunlight shines in your hair like a fool who writes poems golly gee Mr. wiggly you ain't gotta get to me golly gee in the morning in the fog in the sincere touch of kindness a touch not physical not mental just a touch of healing Sleepless Nights © David Jackson
Sleepless nights spent fighting pillows or our collective demons of worry and discontent find me reaching at 3a.m. reaching for that solitude found only in the wee hours reaching for time lost sleep lost love lost reaching for memories or hopes amidst the sadness of the night amidst the light of a solitary lamp. cAPS lOCK © David Jackson
In the window the green fields shine through and the shadows are subdued green too. These times speak, speak green dreams, green dreams of....... aND THEN i STOP AND THEN i WONDER IF GREEN TURNS TO BROWN TURNS TO BLACK Oh then don't worry you just hit Caps Lock in error so there's no worry the NUKE'S ARE SAFE

Click here for June 2002 Featured Poets page 2 --> link for second half of featured poets....

Poetry Life & Times is a nominating site for The Poet's Hall of Fame. Nominations are according to poetic merit and sometimes also for services to poetry in general.

Nomination from the May 2002 issue:

Barbara Bales


Barbara Bales's interview and poems in the May 2002 issue have received positive feedback from readers.

*NEW* Competition from the Poets' Porch:


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New book coming soon from Lyn Lifshin:


published by Black Sparrow Press. Title poem:

Another Woman Who Looks Like Me

gets on Amtrak, leaves
her suitcase on the
platform. Nobody she
leaves behind has a clue.
She isn't a terrorist,
there's no Anthrax or
fertilizer in it, only 
a few explosive
words to someone
dead. She could have
just made a fire,
curled near the etched
glass as if nothing
had happened
yet or revised the past.
But instead, she's coiled
what no one is left
to understand in the
lingerie pockets of a
shattered blue suitcase.
You might think
she's reckless 
or lost, in a daze but
first imagine she 
sees it as a child too
much for her that
she can't bear to keep 
or know will grow
up with strangers
so before it can
belong to anybody
else, she wraps the
words in lambs wool
like someone 
putting a new born 
in thick wool,
leaving it in a
dumpster with a
diamond anklet to
let whoever takes it
know how much
it mattered

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Lisez le numéro spécial de l'e-zine, la poésie à s'émouvoir (vol. 1, No. 3), où plusiers poètes canadiens sont en vedette, chez: Poetry in Emotion - la poésie à s'émouvoir


À lire aussi, le premier numéro du noveau E-zine canadien trimestriel d'envergure internationale, Sonnetto Poesia (vol. 1, No. 1).

Remco van der Zwaag, qui est hollandais, est le premier écrivain en vedette.
Cliquer ici: Sonnetto Poesia


The special Spring issue of: Poetry In Emotion (Vol. 1, No. 3), featuring Canadian poets, is now online at: Poetry In Emotion - la poésie à s'émouvoir


The maiden issue of the new Canadian Sonnet E-zine: Sonnetto Poesia (Vol. 1, No. 1, Spring / le printemps, 2002) is now online on the World Wide Web. This quarterly E-zine is international in scope.

Our first ever sonneteer is Remco van der Zwaag, who hails from the Netherlands.

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CALYX POETRY CONTEST: One Month Left to Enter!
CALYX, A Journal of Art and Literature by Women, announces the inaugural Lois Cranston Memorial Poetry Prize sponsored by CALYX.

Final judge: Eleanor Wilner, MacArthur Fellow and author of Reversing the Spell: New & Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press)

Submission dates: May 1, 2002 through July 1, 2002. (These are inclusive postmark dates.)

Prize: Winner will receive $250 cash award, publication in CALYX Journal, and a one-volume subscription. Finalists will receive a one-volume subscription and will be noted on CALYX's website.

Reading fee: $15 per entry, checks payable to CALYX

Details: Open to all themes and styles. Please send up to three (3) unpublished poems, no more than six (6) manuscript pages total, per entry. Do not include your name on the same page as a poem; instead, include a separate cover letter with your name, address, phone, e-mail, and titles of poem/s. No manuscripts will be returned. Please send unpublished work and please don't send simultaneous submissions. Please include a stamped, self-addressed envelope or (preferred) an e-mail address for contest results notification. The judge's decisions are final.

The contest winner and finalists will be notified by September 30 and will be announced on CALYX's website. The winning poem will be published in CALYX Journal Vol. 21, no. 1 (Winter 2003) and on CALYX's website.

Send submissions to:

Lois Cranston Poetry Prize
PO Box B
Corvallis OR 97339

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