An excerpt from a poem of mine, "Toddle," is a finalist for September's Goodreads Newsletter Contest. (If this sounds familiar, I was also shortlisted for the poem "Blown" in August...)
The newsletter goes out to approximately 3 million people...and each edition features a poem.
The poems are shortlisted by judges Wendy Babiak, Andrew Haley and Ruth Bavetta but members of the ¡POETRY! group select the winner.
So if you're a Goodreads member, join the ¡POETRY! group and vote for me!
If you don't know what Goodreads is, then, well, ahem, here's a poem of mine that was shortlisted for something, randomly, on the internet.
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Storm-light’s grey clarity & you
bluster. Syllables batter against the rear-view, cling
to the meat of my earlobes
still half-a-city from home.
Rainclouds unroll over rush-hour, their ticking
stale from storage. Mouth open, I blare My Bonny
& grit twisters at the curb.
In evening’s rush-light & traffic’s flare
your face goes china, goes bone
before you drop off, leaving a body to bob
over swells of asphalt & tar
a body for me to bundle inside.