The official awards page is up for the Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg prizes, and I'm on the list. It's a poem that grew out of my visit to see my daughter graduate from high school last year, so that makes it feel a little more special.
Congrats to everyone who won, particularly to my personal friends Alison Pelegrin and Robin Ekiss.
The only downside of this contest, as far as I'm concerned, is that I can't enter it anymore. I snuck in under the age restriction this past year--by one day--and so am now officially too old to be considered for this prize. Same goes for the Yale Series of Younger Poets. Ah, that's when you know you've officially hit middle age--when contests won't take your entry fees anymore.