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.

I know your ghost still drifts like a dirty angel through this town.

Enveloped in clouds of drapery, the Virgin perches between maimed angels

He has by heart the gondolas of Venice, can summon a teakwood dhow.

Strange meeting this, the holes there in his hands and feet and heart.