This poem just won the weekly poetry nook contest. I’ll soon be able to quit my day job.
My poem “rust belt,” just appeared in the new verse news. Here is the link.
and here is the poem.
Rust Belt
Sure, we loved the hats and hoopla
the rhythmic chants of lock her up,
but we are not a stupid people.
We know full well this patchy place
between the slag heaps
and the scrub pine–
these crumbling houses perched behind
the padlocked plant once known
for truck tires,
will never be great—
or even good.
You say rust belt
and mean the measure
of empty factories
and gutted storefronts.
The jobs bled out.
The eyesores left behind to moulder.
But the rust is mostly in us.
Too many years of children
born to little hope.
Too many years of promises
from windbags in dingy union halls
and air-conditioned buses
painted red, white, and blue.
This afternoon, I take my maul
to the wood pile
by the…
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Hot damn!! You’re rich!!! Congratulations. I wish I would have intercepted you before you sent it in to New Verse Vews. Rattle is having a special issue for Rust Belt poets, and this one would have made it I am sure. But hey, you made money! Not a bad thing. I’ll forward on your news to Ryan. We both feel like if one of the 3 of us wins, we all win.
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Yes. I read about the Rattle call (couldn’t resist), but too late.
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Or at least stop looking for one. Congratulations! Very good poem. Who would have thought Trump would inspire your creativity ? Z
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Anger. Frustration. Creativity? Oh well. Did you see that Big Sonia won?
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