Finalist for the 2014 Walrus Poetry Prize Our riot grrrl group, Gretel Berserk, is on the growl, a reunion howl hitting every swamp. Our music is a bolt of raw …

Finalist for the 2014 Walrus Poetry Prize Our hero runs the beach—he’s ex-police— he reads the idiot books—All you need to know to seem a Soviet submariner—so longfully— if you …

Finalist for the 2014 Walrus Poetry Prize Through the foyer of The Carlyle, playing dress-up in my knockoff goddess garments, open as a mother, as the gala fills with gods …

Finalist for the 2014 Walrus Poetry Prize What next? When I was half the age I am now, I watched a man pick blackberries in brambles across the road. Juice …

Winner of the 2014 Walrus Poetry Prize Pine plosives, alveolar carpentry: my life, lived like an elaborate glove. Tilt my head, a pale seashell scribed by lathe, and listen to …

Finalist for the 2013 Walrus Poetry Prize G. O’Keeffe is invited to the Islands by Dole to paint pineapples. They want someone who understands the hard poke of deciduous hunger. …

Finalist for the 2013 Walrus Poetry Prize What you are now we used to be; what we are now you will be. The friar’s hologram greets us thusly. Says if …

Finalist for the 2013 Walrus Poetry Prize Oil derricks on the outskirts of Estevan gesticulate like dawn-risen monks bowing at unseen shrines. Around here, everybody’s working overtime. The new Ford …

Winner of the 2013 Walrus Poetry Prize Readers’ Choice Award The old man’s itchy greatcoat fell to me and given his complaint of its intransigence I landed on the notion …