Richard Benvenuto High School Poetry Competition

The 2016 winners. From left: Luke Williams (Honorable Mention), Emma Streberger (3rd Place), Charles Morris (1st Place). Not pictured: Rachel Litchman (2nd Place)

Each fall, the RCAH Center for Poetry holds the Richard Benvenuto High School Poetry Competition, with prize donated by Barry Gross in memory of his dear classmate, dear colleague, dear friend Richard Benvenuto.

E-mail us at cpoetry@msu.edu to register your school on our mailing list. The call for entries for the 2017 competition will be mailed to high schools in mid-September. The competition is open to all students who attend a Michigan high school.

Winners will be invited to read their entries on October 31, 2017 during our Fall Writing Series.

About Richard Benvenuto

Richard Ercole Benvenuto taught in the English Department at Michigan State University for 20 years. From his office in Morrill Hall he conducted grad student seminars and advised students on the best paths for their lives. He loved teaching and was a published scholar of Victorian Literature.  At the time of his death, Indiana University dedicated an issue of Victorian Studies in his honor. He published two biographies, one on Emily Bronte and the other on Amy Lowell. His next book would have been on Oscar Wilde. As a young grad student he was awarded a Woodrow Wilson Fellowship, which he used to pursue an MFA in Creative Writing at Hollins College, Virginia. At Hollins College, he worked under William Golding, author of Lord of the Flies. Richard played music and wrote poetry throughout his life. He was married for 27 years to his wife, Joyce and has three children and four grandchildren.

2016 Winners

Congratulations to all of our participants! The winning writers were invited to read their poems on November 16, at the Fall Writers Series reading with Chris Dombrowski.

 

 

First Place: Charles Morris

High School: Saginaw Arts and Sciences Academy

Year in School: Senior

Sponsoring Teacher: Susan Wolverton

 

Abuelita

 

i've looked for you in

my mother's eyes and

your spot by the window but

both have been empty for so long

even the dust has gotten lonely.

 

on the corner of w shattuck

there is a Mexican mercado

where my mother used to buy

me dulces. i saw you

painted onto their wall.

arms full of groceries and baby

children and old dreams

tugging at the hem of your dress.

this corner of america,

with chipping paint and a sinking foundation -

the last piece of Home you had left.

 

your language, sharp and shifting,

always scrapes the corners of my mouth.

hangs in the back of

my throat like wind chimes; i think

it's starting to rust.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Second Place: Rachel Litchman

High School: Interlochen Arts Academy

Year In School: Senior

Sponsoring Teacher: Adam Atkinson

 

Trigger

 

The acorn shells snap inside an empty mailbox, swollen

with too many maggots—

 

lice eggs and fire ants, moth wings

balloon into an ocean inside my stomach,

 

and Blue Moons droop

above a forehead brimmed with fever,

 

a nightmare broken from the sound of glass.

Shattering, it happens again.

 

The glass bottle thrown, the black rags

dripping off his body stained from sleep

 

under park benches, tree stumps, roof shingles

rotted by scarabs. It was autumn

 

and I was on my way to the train station

when the man came toward me, groping.

 

His fist inside my chest, his teeth

inside my tongue. He rummaged around like a mouse

 

in an empty room, chewed away at my own spine,

every cracked vertebrae. The leaves crumble,

 

the colors dim out. It's winter again

and the earth breaks on its knees

 

from too much silence. When the snow clears,

the body of a man with bones

 

juts up from the mud. The ribs cave inward, the black

dog drips again. Somewhere in my memories,

 

the words, Press your hands to my skin, dear, feel the heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Third Place: Emma Streberger

School: University Liggett School

Year in School: Senior

Sponsoring Teacher: Elizabeth Wagenshutz

 

Dominoes

 

I am the three-time reigning champion of the

               Annual Christmas domino tournament.

The other contender, my uncle

Our audience, grandma.

 

But when he left, he left behind the audience wanting more, a single player without

opponent, and a dark and dusty set of dominoes in his will.

 

The indented ivory pieces stain my dresser as I strain to ignore his passing but

between the dots and lines I realize that box contains all his thoughts and time that

 

He has lost.

 

Not dominoes but Morse code

That overflowed with unspoken lines, trashed ideas, and rash one lines,

Sad goodbyes, and "hey you guys," a lot he thought, and

 

•• — •••/— ——  —•—

 

That translates to It's ok.

 

These dominoes like a telegraph sending

              Skid marks

Like I fell on the sidewalk, and goose

               Bumps up my arm.

Please tell me all the things he never got to

 

•••/•—/—•— —

 

Say.

 

I am the three-time reigning champion of the annual Christmas domino tournament.

The only contender

               —— / •

Me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Honorable Mention: Luke Williams

School: Detroit Catholic Central

Year in School: Senior

Sponsoring Teacher: Kevin Griffin

 

 

   Huron's Secrets

 

We stand on the beach,

Feet covered in a black dust and fresh water,

Waiting for the frigid liquid

To alter the tiny sandy landscape.

 

In all this motioned majesty,

It can be hard to imagine

What these waves of sun

Keep in the dark.

 

The black dust is a gift,

From the coal steamer Baltimore;

Swallowed up by a storm,

Taking her cook down with her.

 

If we stood on that hill

You'd see a discoloration in the shallows;

The JC Harisson, who dragged

Her glittering iron ore to a lackluster grave.

 

The paddle wheeler Harpoon

lies in the bay;

Forever staring up from the waves

At the lighthouse that couldn't save her.

 

What this place truly is

Is a graveyard,

A moving museum

Displaying those who couldn't tame it.

 

 

 

 

 

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