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We are pleased to announce our inaugural Editors’ Prize in Poetry.

Our reading period will be from March 15-May 15, 2011.

-The winner will receive a $1,000 honorarium and publication with Augury Books as well as 10 complimentary copies of the book. Additional copies can be purchased at a discounted price.

-This contest is open to anyone, except personal friends, colleagues or former students of the editors.

-Multiple submissions are accepted as long as each manuscript is submitted individually with separate reading fees.

-All entries will be considered for publication.

-Submit up 40-75 pages of poetry and an acknowledgments page. Please do not include a bio.

-Entry Fee: $20

-Deadline: May 15, 2011

We are accepting submissions online through Submishmash at http://augurybooks.submishmash.com/Submit.

All money received will go directly towards the title and the maintenance of our catalog.

Unfortunately we will not be able to provide royalties to the winner beyond the honorarium.

We are unable to accept manuscripts from international authors at this time. Open to U.S. residents only.

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Catss

In my house, I remember
like a woman goes into her reason.

NINE LIVES: I pass in and out.
THE BOOKS: They pass in and out of me.
WANT: I went in.
FRIENDS IN A SEASON: This season

enacts a change in itself.
We get along

with and for each other.
THE SEQUELS: One cannot live alone.

THE IMPOSSIBLE: But one wants to.
ONE: I can’t live

without being
without and don’t.

 

Party

In it, the bird and his anti-bird
remained calm, it being the air.

CLOSE-UP: I’m dull,
     but so is fog.
ARCH: You have to enter your own.
 THE STARS: That we are eyes is a thing
    as is that we eat corpses in the sea.
TRANQUIL PIGEON: I’m winking at you

to indicate collusion
and that the elliptical fire will augment its intensity

to become what all light will become.
ONE DAY: There it is.

GUILLAUME: Guillaume,    
      let’s get to know each other one day.
COGNITION: Parts can make a whole person
     or thousands of them.

Stick out your tongue,
and hand me that little dog,

so I can describe to you
what they made of those cities with rivers in which they who are sensitive to the cold or not live.

THE SOUND OF THEIR FOOTSTEPS: Draw near
     and do it this way.
ALGAE GIANT: An island is a tower.
1,000 WHITE TRIBES: To invent a language, one must tell someone one has done so.
GUILLAUME AGAIN: People put me together

by myself
like a tower

huddled up from the human effort.
TIME: The gods are trespassing in it.

WIDE AVENUE: The past is rising up.
NOTHING: I won’t exist again

because everything does that
to itself.
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Paul Legault’s poems have been published or are forthcoming in The Awl, Boston Review, Denver Quarterly, and others. He is the author of two books of poetry, The Madeleine Poems (Omnidawn, 2010) and The Other Poems, which is forthcoming this fall from Fence Books. He co-edits the translation press Telephone Books and works at the Academy of American Poets.

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