The Desert Rat Poetry Prize
Submit a Single Poem for a Seven Day Residency in the Sunshine by the Pool.
Submit one poem per $20 entry fee during the months of July or August only. First, pay the fee one of three ways (Apple Pay, PayPal, Credit Card—we’ll receive notification from them, so no need for a reference #). Next, create an email with the poem’s title and your name in the subject line (e.g. Drunk Buddha by Jeff Walt) with your unpublished poem attached. DO NOT put your name or address on the poem/document; however, do include your contact information in the body of the email. The judging process is anonymous. Send your submission email to thedesertrat@myyahoo.com. Our Final Judge for 2024 is Kelli Russell-Agodon whose most recent collection is Dialogues with Rising Tides (Copper Canyon, 2021). Also, as in 2023, we have received donation from a local gay man who asked that we bring more LGBTQ+ poets to the desert (let us know in your cover letter email how you identify). In 2025 we will be become bi-disciplinary meaning we will be called The Desert Rat Poetry & Fiction Prize. Questions to jeffwalt@rocketmail.com. We announce the winner on October 1 each year via our facebook page. Good luck!
Winners of the 2023 Desert Rat Poetry Prize.
Every Poem I Didn’t Write by Abby E. Murray
When I mop with lemon-scented cleaner
I can smell every poem I’ve never written,
sometimes for days. Our folded clothes
are perfumed with dryer sheets and poems
I haven’t written, and when I pour the liquid
purple Tylenol into its measuring spoon,
it pools like an unmade poem. At school,
my daughter eats peanut butter and jelly
and poems I haven’t written sandwiches
because without them, she would become
lightheaded, unable to write poems.
Yesterday, the poem I didn’t write was
delivered to my house by accident in a box
the size of a wheelchair, which UPS said
I could throw away or drive to the correct
recipient if I felt like it, and I drove it
across town because the return address was,
in fact, a wheelchair manufacturer, meaning
I had two options: don’t write this poem,
or destroy a stranger’s wheelchair.
My car is large enough to transport all
my uncreated poems. I live in a house
built on a slab of poems I didn’t write,
and both my husband’s name and mine
are on the mortgage. Perhaps unintentionally,
we’re raising our marriage and a child
on that foundation, all those poems
I haven’t written, and from the street
you can’t see any cracks beneath the brick.
Every poem I didn’t write has radicalized
someone, brought a dead thing back to life.
The poems I don’t write show up
on my mammograms each year, on pap smears,
on birth control prescriptions and condom
wrappers, pink razor blades and tampons.
When I had an MRI done on my neck,
the doctor found arthritis and thousands
of poems that had yet to be written, bulging
and herniated between each vertebra.
She pointed at my unwritten poems
on the screen and showed me how
they were compressing nerves she called
important. The poems I didn’t write
are, in my doctor’s words, significant,
and I only have so long to address them before
they spread, before they become inoperable.
Whatever by Sarah Freligh
The orange cat showed up at my back door this morning
howling for food. He’s cross-eyed, maybe blind
and definitely homeless. Tough in this summer
of rough weather, but he shelters in the shade
of a chaise lounge or curls up under the derelict
Cadillac in a neighbor’s driveway. Rain again here
and in Houston for a fifth day, turning freeways
into moats on which a flotilla of boats helmed by a navy
of ragtag volunteers sail out daily to pluck those treading
water, high and still rising. Everyone’s a stray at heart,
one storm from the street. Call me a crazy cat lady:
He believes I’m Jesus when I feed him. No loaves,
but plenty of fishes. The cans multiply. Maybe faith
hollows you out, open to whatever will fill you. _____________________________________________________
2023 Winners:
o “Every Poem I Didn’t Write” by Abby E. Murray
o “Whatever” by Sarah Freligh
LGBTQplus Director’s Cut:
o “The Talking Night” by Bryan Borland
o “Marie Curie’s Notebooks Are Still Radioactive”
by Michael Montlack
Finalists:
“Erasing a Cloud Full of Atoms” by Terese Svoboda
“Whosiana” by Lee Rossi
“This girl asked me a too-personal question in the bathroom last night:” by Max Stone
“Age Report“ by Tracey Knapp
“Nova” by Michael Miller
“Divorce” by Rebecca Faulkner
“Agency“ by KC Trommer
“Save a Life” by Jennifer D. Michael