Poetry

Come on. Come on. Come on, now. Come on.

there’s a hole through which reasoning escapes

The pain wasn’t in dying/ but in belief in you, that you required of me

The Foley Poetry Prize has been awarded every spring since 1988.

the now-maimed but still living parents beg, “Arise, come forth!”

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