This contest is for those who come to keep the seats warm at The Tree Reading Series, those who come to the Seed workshops, or are regulars at the Tree open mic readings.
The prize is now $250 and ten copies of your chapbook!
(The winner may order more copies if he/she wishes.)
There is no fee to enter.
Send 1 hard copy, up to 30 pages of poems, to the co-ordinator, postmarked by January 30, 2017.
No cover letter is necessary.
Create one title page with the title, your name, address, email and telephone number on it.
Have a second title page with only the title of the collection on it.
Use regular white paper, no bindings or staples, only bulldog or paper clips.
Do not have your name on the manuscript pages. The contest is judged blindly.
The winning chapbook will be launched at Tree in April.
Send the manuscript to:
49 McArthur Ave.
Carleton Place, On
The Binders, by Doris Fiszer
Sandra Ridley was our judge. She wrote:
"The Binders is brave, compassionate and pitch-perfect. From concentration camp to new country to nursing home, poised between worlds, here is a compelling sequence of poems that documents and collates life’s difficult transitions. It is a deeply human work with feisty authenticity and a dignified fidelity to common language. This poet has an exceptional ability to salvage the spark of experience—and we bear witness. This chronicle is lovingly gathered. Each poem is a sheaf full of life."
Small as Butterflies, by Lesley Strutt
rob mclennan was our judge. He wrote:
"There is something quite exquisite about a number of the poems in Small as Butterflies. I was taken by the pauses, hesitations and halts that swim throughout, and the writer’s ability to articulate a deftness through quick turns, narratives through a series of collage-fragments, and an indirectness through precision. What might be seen as a confusion of lines, spacings and sounds, Small as Butterflies utilizes the proper play of language into something else, entirely unexpected. These poems read as a welcome breath of air, fresh and sweet and rich."
Portal Stones, by Frances Boyle
Bruce Taylor was our judge.
Taylor wrote: "The poems in Portal Stone are personal and particular, evoking certain rooms and moods certain rivers and roads, and certain members of a certain family; but while the subject matter is local and sometimes "pebble-small," as the poet puts it, there is an expansive, even adventurous metaphorical intelligence at work here, fanning out to explore the wider connections that run between one thing and another."
Winter Music, by Mary Lee Bragg.
Judge, Mathew Tierney, said:
"With such restrained, tender endings, you might say that the poems in Winter Music are slentando: gradually slower. Beginning with the ode “Winter Saga”—where a squirrel crossing snow “swims with four splayed feet, / sculls with its tail”—the poet shows a deft touch with the painful particulars of the cold north, a “deep blue, / with outer space behind it.” There’s a constant battle in these poems between an inner tranquility and an outer chaos, a fight to make sense of an ambivalent world that leaks in through our best defences. “Nothing says luck / like lightning,” begins the poem “Good Luck,” and whether it’s a soldier in Kandahar, a revolutionary in Portugal, or a friend for whom life and love disasterizes, one can never predict whether you’ll survive the strike or not. In the meantime, intimates the poet, let your heart and mind rove, listen closely, and learn to “cherish your fears.” A thoughtful, subtle collection."
Honourable Mention: Elbow Grease, by Leslie Strutt
David Blaikie won the Tree Press chapbook contest, blind judged by Jason Heroux. His manuscript Farewell to Coney Island will have 50 copies printed by Tree Press.
Judge Jason Heroux said:
"Like the old ghostly roller coasters of Coney Island itself, David Blaikie’s poems whisk you along sudden turns and steep descents, and then stop right back where they started: paused between life’s breathless mysteries, ready for the next thrilling ride. His poems evoke the phantom landscapes of the past, as well as the uncertain terrain of our ever-changing modern world, a place where horizons “lay mute / and thin as dimes / along the sky” (Farmland ghosts)[...] These poems are a potent blend of casual, conversational tones and incantatory rhythms, spiked with startling images: “His eyes were vacant ice cubes / and his mouth a twist of lime” (The man who wasn’t there).
Second place was Janice Tokar, third place was Jennifer Pederson, with honourable mentions to Lesley Strutt and Grant Savage.