I am grateful for all the poets who submitted their work for the contest. Every year we get poems from all over the United States, and even across the world, about any number of topics.

In mid-century America, nuns and sisters were writing poems, and publishing them in the nation’s finest publications.

Rewrite God’s poems until the mob in us froths at the mouth.

What is it you cannot stand to live with any longer? Toss it in

what he called my crab consciousness, merely his description for my either avoiding or digging a hole

With great poetry God is not only in the details, but in the details of the details.