Congratulations to all of our 2020 Pushcart Prize nominees!
We look for the things that are irretrievable / in these minor folds of solitude. We fire, / we flood, we famine.
The star spangled banner blared at the start / and end of each day, and the spot / where we stood when it began was where / we’d stand for the duration.
God says words in Night that Night don’t know / how to hold so it gives’em to me.
Elders have stopped reading the news. We dream / of serious play down on our knees— / cat’s eyes, jacks, the kiss that’s for keeps.
Silence meant trouble, / / a brewing. I prayed for thunder.
When summer releases its hold, this isn’t my place / to hunker with a knife and cards / / and watch day delay starting.
belts out Cyndi Lauper, but it could’ve just as easily / been Saint Teresa of Avila crooning for Jesus: / nothing replaces the feeling between me and you.
Congratulations to all of our nominees!