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The Winners!

New Stones in the River: A Life Insured. First Place in the Smooth Challenge.
Chance insures— earns those born the right to pass. Watching from the passenger seat as the ambulance passes in front, slow, down those Sunday streets that chance
By Kate Kastelberg 3 years ago in Poets
Silky Silence. Second Place in the Smooth Challenge.
You’ve hardly known a sensation of silk-ness Like a glassy stump-touch while the cattle 'moothe' The rough tree edges burnished brassy by asphalt hides
By Judah LoVato3 years ago in Poets
Mom’s Hands. Runner-Up in the Smooth Challenge.
Held the babies Changed the diapers Washed the dishes Laundered the clothing Raised four children Held the steering wheel, shaking, when a dirt truck nearly pushed our big, beautiful Beauville filled with Mom and kids off the road
By Lark Hanshan3 years ago in Poets
Gastrolith. Runner-Up in the Smooth Challenge.
It is not convention, I know, to carry a stone Outside of your body, the weight in a trouser pocket, Discarded on the floor each night, draped over a chair
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Poets
Ode to the River Stone. Runner-Up in the Smooth Challenge.
******* "Dumb as a bag full..." of you-- at least, that's what they say. Is it true? I wonder sometimes-- if wisdom comes with age,
By Lena Beana3 years ago in Poets
A Waveless Lake. Runner-Up in the Smooth Challenge.
Awakened with the morning sun to the soft, silken touch of my mother’s arms, I swam with summer on a waveless lake. I’ve glided through winter’s glossy river on blades of shimmering steel,
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
Our Gentle Alchemy. Runner-Up in the Smooth Challenge.
“Your mother raised a gentle flower,” she said. I know this much is true. I am a fragile thing. The world is a rough place,
By J. Otis Haas3 years ago in Poets
After the Apocalypse. Runner-Up in the Smooth Challenge.
Concrete precipitates out of freeway overpasses, creating sand dunes from eroding metal shells of forgotten transportation.
By Alison McBain3 years ago in Poets
The Painter. Runner-Up in the Smooth Challenge.
With bold, unwavering strokes Of tinted shades, carefully mixed, Covering top to bottom Smooth paint on rough walls A hobby, a profession, our father –
By Barb Dukeman3 years ago in Poets
Memoir-Ah. Runner-Up in the Smooth Challenge.
The feelings have no edges. They are smooth blue. Blue like early winter, evening breath. Vapor that moves through everything, unencumbered.
By L3 years ago in Poets