My black sisters are often forgotten and ignored.

Entrants to this year’s contest included poems about human trafficking, the Mueller Report, priestly abuse and screen addiction.

“Atticus is a storyteller, observer…. He loves the ocean, the desert, whiskey and playing with words.”

There comes a day When you realize That some people are temporary.

The angry shards of crimson, roaring through the tube/ Running through the fields of gentle greens and sprinkled/

My god is patient. She curls like ivy around a crumbling world,/ And howls in the stillness of the night, the silent spaces no ritual can fill.