| Author | Message | ||
     Christopher T George (Editorcg) |
CONGRATULATIONS, Sarah, Yoly, and Mitchell!   February Winners IBPC 1st Place Stovetop Sarah Sloat Desert Moon Review Stovetop the girls have grown so much the ceiling shatters kitchen chairs collapse but a quart of milk stays simple it will do for brewing custard in the sweet hereafter recital of steps so few even a daughter might muster a cloudburst of milk mudslide of sugar egg albumen expanding like a most virginal flower stovetop, slop shrine nothing special about stewing, ruminating over smoke in the kitchen why, because the mind simmers like melancholy it boils over and what else can one do up to the elbows in flour 2nd Place high altitude in the lips of clams Cy Street Splash Hall Poetry high altitude in the lips of clams i saw a buttercup blinking above a florentine door hotel de lanzi the street ran empty a ghost biker passed thru rubesco bottles patiently wait dimly lit buildings drank the dew dreamed expressing concerns privately off camera an interview with the stars thru flashbacks criterion for thunder and rain overlapping darkness a passage to where beneath the bench a shadow an earthy and stone faced night sky a pitch black invitation what is your name do you unknown i was taken by a storefront uttering evidence of solitude free from the baker s wood oven another song writing tourist an angry angel singing some soul take war cries pledges to speak up a rusty harmonica a picture off the shelf another glass of aspirinio i begin to remember myself from the eighteenth century a white wig i think two years ago when i bought the photo smoking my spirit a burning box now resting on the eastern wall facing the ocean and a million barrels a day from the shotgun i get lost around the corner looking ahead i walk away into the unseen a red rooster having a nap bored by the lecture clear creek practices in the ancient art of tomato farming and olive pressing i remember my introduction to panic and high altitude in the lips of clams glazed with the ocean floor and lost phone numbers 3rd place The Gospel According to David Copperfield Nathan McClain Inside The Writer’s Studio The Gospel According to David Copperfield At six, Jesus drapes a velvet cape over broken chair legs, curls his fingers and yells Abracadabra in Aramaic. Mary applauds the dove of sawdust beneath. John lowers Jesus into Jordan’s backyard pool. He emerges and yanks quarters from the mouths of inflated goldfish. Jesus dunks his hands in stone water pots filled to the brim, pomegranate fog spreading like Easter egg dye. Peter hands out fliers for a three-day show in Galilee. It reads: “Jesus, the Magnificent: to wake sparrows from sleep and saw Death in two! Watch as he parts the flaming halves like the Red Sea! (and of course, Jesus nails every trick) For the grand finale, he’ll make himself vanish from a pad-locked coffin and reappear off-stage in a sequin- crusted suit. Watch the women wail and faint as He guesses the cards they choose. And as a special encore—Jesus levitates!” 1st Honorable Mention Of a Journal Partially Smeared from a Summer Flood Yolanda Calderon-Horn Desert Moon Review Of a Journal Partially Smeared from a Summer Flood August is too hot to be sexy outdoors. Blue strip indicates a new period. New art is forming. I become a fossil on the spare bedroom carpet shaped out of time I spent being petrified and eager, but fire-trucking to the bowl makes it impossible to stay stoned. Because he’s baptized in my water, there’ll be deliverance. He? When did I conceive this notion? He’s settled among my springy pillars and has become my daily meditation. I will look fastidiously after him. I hope he looks a little like me to pull me out of grownup context. I gobble and gobble chili-con-carne as the legs of October rest high on a timetable. He does not seem to mind my new weakness. I have never been equally full and hungry of/for an individual so little, so huge. I barely sleep as I go from my right side, back, and then left side. He crashes comfortably: sleeps well. His mutiny through my Nile absorbed an entire day. Upon delivery, a poem that would jam in my belly soared to epistles baby-bluing the neck of that April sky. The hurt he caused my yielding walls with startled fists and feet is now an obscure backdrop like ink that blurs colorlessness on the page it evangelizes to. 7lbs, 9ozs of sun. 2nd Honorable Mention Coming To Terms With Delinquency Author: Wendy Howe The Versifier Online Poetry and Art Forum Coming To Terms With Delinquency I wish I could say the furnace squatting in my yard is a sculpture by Alexander Calder. Scrap metal drum with pipes and faucet prone to spit water could be his way of defining the housewife whose breath is steam-hissing through bones and a radiator of shoulder blades that stands nonchalant letting a stray breeze shrug off the dust. That would make its presence significant, a work of art to contrast the silent poise of stones and wide-sleeved pine bending like a geisha to serve tea. I can only say the furnace lingers because a plumber honored half his contract. He installed a new system and neglected to haul the old one from my garden. When it rains water floats on the rusted surface, birds bathe in tequila and I become their patron saint wearing clogs and blue denim. 3rd Honorable Mention Villanelle on the Sky Mitchell Geller Desert Moon Review Villanelle on the Sky The sky has many faces, many hues, from cobalt to a pale chalcedony; a scintillant kaleidoscope of blues. The opal dusk surrounds a maple whose black branches etch a haggard tracery. The sky has many faces, many hues. Like sequins dotting indigo charmeuse, the constellations contrast hauntingly a scintillant kaleidoscope of blues. When amber and vermilion tones suffuse a sunset blazing incandescently, the sky has many faces, many hues. Amorphous, dark, the scudding storm clouds cruise across a mass of lapis lazuli -- a scintillant kaleidoscope of blues. The heavens' lights, eternally the muse inspire music, dance and poetry. The sky has many faces, many hues -- a scintillant kaleidoscope of blues. -Congrats to all winners! The IBPC Team | ||
| Carl Bryant (Carlbryant) |
Way to go, Sarah, Yoly, and Mitchell! You folks do DMR proud, and we're proud to be here with you! | ||
| Trace E (Tracy) |
This is BEYOND Awesome!!! Congrats to all three of you. | ||
| Guy Kettelhack (Guyblakekett) |
BRAVO TO EVERYBODY - SO VERY WELL DESERVED!!! guy | ||
| Laurie Byro (Laurie_byro) |
I've been YEAHING by myself in my pajamas for a night and a morning? yeah Sarah and Yoly, I'm hoarse from yeahing. mitchell I DID NOT KNOW you were here, when I saw the two women on top well I did'nt scroll down FAR ENOUGH YEAH FOR ALL OF YOU xo laurie | ||
| Mitchell Geller (Cynaraslover) |
Thanks, Laurie, for phoning me and telling me. I hadn't looked at DMR yet today.Who'd a thunk a villanelle would rate.... Congrats to Sarah and Yoly mitchell | ||
| Trace E (Tracy) |
Seriously folks, Do you guys frigging know how unusual that every poet we sent placed in a winning slot? I've been watching/reading/doing the IBPC shuffle for a couple of years, and I've never heard of it happening before. Have you, Laurie? Anyone else? DMR rocks solid, my friends. | ||
| Wiltshire (Wiltshire) |
Congrats to Sarah, Yoly and Mitchell! Go DMR! Cheers, Wilt | ||
| Christopher T George (Editorcg) |
Hi Tracy et al. Yes, Tracy, I thought that was unusual and wonderful that every one of the three poems we sent in was recognized. Whoopee! Yes, and Mitchell, nice that your villanelle was singled out for an HM. Well done all three of you, Sarah, Yoly, and Mitchell! Chris | ||
| Laurie Byro (Laurie_byro) |
trace who ever is sleeping with the judge? carl I think well my GOD 3 is not bad for a lay? even 2 would be acceptible this is so cool congrats and carl don't BLOW IT play hard to ahem just play HARD | ||
| Yolanda C (Yoly) |
This is so..wow I feel blessed. Sarah and Mitchell, congratulations.. You guys rock. Wow | ||
| Carl Bryant (Carlbryant) |
Thanks, Laurie. It's nice to be appreciated for going the short haul. We underachievers need reinforcement, too. | ||
| Sarah S. (Sarah) |
I was really astonished to win. And it is completely cool that every poem DMR sent in was among the winners! Congrats to Yoly and Mitchell! I had such a crap day yesterday - I'm sure the gods jiggered this up to assuage me. smile, sarah | ||
| Marie Gail Stratford (Mariegail) |
WTG, DMR!!!!! MGS | ||
| Laurie Byro (Laurie_byro) |
carl I wouldn't dare discuss on a public board your short um comings? peace and great news all I just don't know how Carl will have the stamina for next month, and it worries me, I'm in the mix. Laurie | ||
| Carl Bryant (Carlbryant) |
Wow - column fodder for the next moonnotes You rock.  | ||
| Mustansir Dalvi (Mustansirdalvi) |
Yowza! | ||
| Rhonda Maltbie (Rhonda) |
WOO HOO!! Congrats everyone. Well done and well deserved. Rhonda (Message edited by Rhonda on March 05, 2006) | ||
| Johanna Maria Donovan (Olliesgirl) |
Wonderful news! Well deserved congratulations to all three of you. Johanna | ||
| Al Ferber (Sumnambulist) |
Well this is truly amazing. I have the hots for all three DMR winners in one way or another. Sarah, for her magical face and magical verse, Yoly, whose poems usually send me to the bathroom with a roll of paper towls, and Mitchell, whose vest I've been lusting for ever since I saw him wear it at the reading in Philly. Amazing! Truly amazing! | ||
| Mitchell Geller (Cynaraslover) |
Al, if you liked my waistcoat here is the link for the store in London where I bought it: http://www.favourbrook.com/ mitchell | ||
| Yolanda C (Yoly) |
Thank you, Guys. Al, my poems send you to the bathroom? uh oh Y |
