Congratulations to all of our nominees!
slick with moss and missteps, sways side / to side from the first plop, scarce light / at surface, cove darkened with desire / and suffering samsara.
You’d swear an egg / cracked ever so gently, the white seepage, / yolk rivered to your ears.
I see nothing can stand beneath my feet but the solemn / and lovely earth, the molten fire within it, cirrus rags above.
