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Twenty-first chapbook

The contest chapbook, "twenty-first," featuring cover art, Low Sun, by artist Delma Tayer, is available for a $10 donation.  Please contact Ed Stover,.

The Yakima Coffeehouse Poets presents just a few of the fine examples of the 2015 year's prize poems from the Twenty-first chapbook...

Twenty-first YCP Chapbook - 2015

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                  Elegy for Mark


Half our days we scoured fields for wild throws.

Once, because I could, I threw too hard

past your mitt, catching your forehead and hell.

So long guilt lasts, that I should recall that

before the joys of your lean life, easy smile,

kind words. I would not judge your habits

that hurt you as if to spare others. You knew

what cheer to steal. Birth curses skewed your odds.


Mark, every baseball wears your bruise. In all

the streets of our home town trees lean into

their age, ice-heavy limbs cracked. Addresses

have changed their minds. Promises written on

grass forget our names. Our hearts search for us

in old fields grown forever wild with loss.

by Loren Sundlee
2015-from twenty-first chapbook


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Rhode Islands flap and flutter from the coop.

Their throats cackle in summer sunrise.

By afternoon, these same chickens droop

and drag their wings in the dirt. Their tongues

slip out the side of their beaks.

Mockingbirds hush and hide.

Rattlers crawl out of the woods

and leave their skins behind.


Summer afternoon sand gnats swarm,

get into babies’ eyes and pass around

sore eyes, one child to another.

Wasps buzz about clay-daubed rafters—

dirt dobbers, these black and yellow buzzers.

Old cars rattle past on the way home to supper.

Dust from hard clay washboard roads

rise into pink clouds.

by Jo Shafer
2015-from twenty-first chapbook



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                        ––after Jennifer L. Knox



The opposite of succotash

is a fine kettle of fish. The opposite of

a fine kettle of fish is ooze.

The opposite of ooze is Amelia Earhart.


The opposite of Amelia

Earhart is Bukowski's bluebird. The opposite

of Bukowski's bluebird is gum.

The opposite of gum is toxic waste dumping.


The opposite of toxic waste

dumping is a precarious predicament

in which a tuxedo cat named

Sylvester lisps the line "Sufferin' succotash."

by Joanna Thomas

2015-from twenty-first chapbook 


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tall strong state fair sunflower

face full of black birdseed teeth

bends reluctantly in summer heat

to kiss the cool ground.


farmworkers chew a fever

thick air bleeds through

paper thin shirts.

gray faces drawing beads

on the ridges of upper lips

like so many mountains.


too hot to hold hands

except to clasp

and pray away

the woolly coat

of more Fahrenheit

than one can count.


the sun scythe slices

through tanned backs

folded into themselves

like brown bent wallets.

and necks red and mad

get redder and madder.


the chalice of the valley

holding heat like wine.

burning, thick, arid, sweet.

by Karly Smith

2015-from twenty-first chapbook


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2018 Contest chapbook 

Yakima Coffeehouse Poets present

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2018 Poetry Contest...

- 1st Prize -
Linda Brown

- 2nd Prize -
E. Hank Buchmann

- 3rd Prize -
Kathleen Smith

- Tom Pier Prize -
Kathleen Stancik

- Honorable Mention -
Lance Brender
Claire Carpenter
Phil Cibicki
Randie Gottlieb
Penny K. Johnson
Susan Johnson
Terry Martin
Samantha Mesman
Fain Rutherford
Ed Stover

- 2018 Judges -
Vicki Patschke
Jack Radosevich
Karen Troianello 


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Linda Brown

Train Dreams
E. Hank Buchmann

Kathleen Smith

 —After a line by Diane Seuss
Kathleen Stancik

Natural History
Fain Rutherford