The 2017 White Mice Poetry Contest
“No, you should have picked one from a poem
Being written softly with a brush–
The breathless ideogram for love we writers hunt.”
—Lawrence Durrell, “A Bowl of Roses”
A Call for Poems on HARBOR
No entry fee. Prizes: 1) a one-year membership in the International Lawrence Durrell Society; 2) publication in Deus Loci, the ILDS journal, and on this website; 3) an invitation to read in July 2018 during the Lawrence Durrell Society Conference planned for Chicago.
DEADLINE: October 1, 2017. Submit one to three poems on “Harbor” — port, safe haven, cove, inlet — both literal and metaphorical, along with a brief biography. Use 12-point Times New Roman font; no more than one poem per page. Submissions must be previously unpublished (and not to be published during the course of the contest). All poems will be considered for publication.
Poems must be submitted electronically to the poetry editor as an MS Word or RichText attachment. Poems must be submitted without any identification; include name, address, and phone number in an accompanying e-mail.
Winners of the 2015 White Mice Contest
We are happy to announce the winners of the 2015 White Mice Poetry Contest. To read the prize-winning poems, click here.
First Prize: “The Color Hazel” by Stephen J. Kudliss
Second Prize: “What We Swallowed” by John Davis
Honorable Mentions (listed alphabetically by title): “Drinking Much Wine from a Glass My Ex-Lover” by Katharyn Howd Machan “Lunch on Poros” by Dr. Anthony Hirst
Winners of the 2013 White Mice Contest
We are happy to announce the winners of the 2013 White Mice Poetry Contest. To read the prize-winning poems, click here.
First Prize (shared):
“Stray Goats on a Barrier Island” by Michael Colonnes
“Night Crossing” by Kateri Kosek
Third Prize: “Storm at Sea” by Kateri Kosek
Honorable Mentions (listed alphabetically by title):
“On Skyros: Grey Stone Beach” by Katharyn Howd Machan
“Two Worlds” by John Laue
“When Demolishing a Beach House on Pine Island, Michigan” by Michael Colonnese
“Words I carry in my pocket,
where they breed like white mice.”
—Lawrence Durrell to Henry Miller