Stevieslaw: Rust Belt

This poem just won the weekly poetry nook contest. I’ll soon be able to quit my day job.

Stevie's Law

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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4 Responses to Stevieslaw: Rust Belt

  1. Sarah Russell says:

    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.

    Sent from my iPad



  2. wpbzkzk says:

    Or at least stop looking for one. Congratulations! Very good poem. Who would have thought Trump would inspire your creativity ? Z

    Sent from my iPhone



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