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Contest winners were announced at the WCDR Annual General Meeting on June 12, 2004. Winners in each category received a cash prize and certificate.

The Official 2004 Winner List

Adult Category


1st Place - "Thirst"
by Tina Grabenhorst (Windsor, Ontario)

i
hungry for shallow
scraps of blueslick moon

bleak furled surf
and lean belly gravel
grind night to embryo

ii
scorched claws of forest edge
beseech the hunched sky
for a thin bleed of rain

iii
fish keep flat-eye time
in blunt tide
and seaweed lash

gulls hobble a frayed
foam shore, confident
in bread and grain
and the scattered
salt-starved stars

iv
white as a whale's belly
the still of your hands
in the crucible of a kiss

Tina (T. M.) Grabenhorst ("thirst"). In a perfect world, Tina would travel, write, and read – and receive substantial recompense for doing so. In the real world, Tina left Vancouver and her teaching job of eight years for Windsor, unemployment and graduate school. She is please and honoured to receive this award.


2nd Place - "The Apple Tree"
by Philippa Schmiegelow (Port Perry, Ontario)

Oh! It was so unwelcome
This initial fracturing of a measured life

Boxed in, we emptied out
Years of shelfed memory

Anger blew in through open windows,
Soughed among the tall trees

Cardinals and rooks
Dropped from high places

To stand like wounds under
The apple tree

The house withdrew from us.
A strange and eerie silence

Descended the long sweep
Of the stairs, swept

Cavernous rooms
Rattled by emptiness

As the green grass of high
Summer turned to brown

We slipped away
Sloughed old familiar skin

Performed a delicate transformation

The new house
Welcomed us

We paced the yard
Found painted turtle

Four score leopard frogs, and more
Imagined

Another apple tree

Philippa Schmiegelow ("The Apple Tree") has had her work appear in a variety of journals and newsletters; in an Introductory Reader for Canadian Woman Studies (1999); and in and on the cover of WCDR's Signatures: An Anthology (2002). Philippa lives in Port Perry with one handsome prince, four score leopard frogs, several hummingbirds, a flock of American goldfinches, one large and voracious Great Blue Heron, and a gaggle of young grandchildren. She is honoured at being chosen as the second-place winner in the Adult category of the Dan Sullivan contest, and regrets not being able to receive the award and thank the committee in person.


3rd Place (Tie) - "The Voice of the Moon"
by Margaret Zielinski (Ottawa, Ontario)

It's fall again, round and rich and red,
the sun spreading a cliché of color over the trees,
     a sprinkling of blood over earth.
Vivid patchworks of children meander from school.
          Low in the sky floats Mars, autumn's planet ablaze,
   dimming the moon.

   I remember another country
               and a seascape without color

where I lived in the silent world that lies beneath the sea.
We chilren played,
          water babies breathing the ocean like air.
We spoke in a wordless language, bubbles
               floating from our mouths
as we ran through the pale grass waving in the sand on the sea floor.

          When I wake to the dripping of rain from wet leaves
as I often do now, and the ravens cawing go home,
          I step through a mirror into gray morning mist.

     There's just me and my sister. The beach yawns with promise.
We watch the gulls carve white shrieks across the sky,
          rescue gray globes of jellyfish swaying at the sea's skirt,
     listen for starfish singing among the rocks.

          Now I think of all the things I didn't do,
     or rushed to do too soon, words left unspoken,
          the voices I never heard.
I would walk back

to the sun setting, and setting again
as we climb to the top of the cliffs,
where at night clouds carry the scent of seaweed, and stars
     and the voice of the moon.

   They left no shadows to bruise the land.
   The gray then was all outside, the color within.

Margaret Malloch Zielinski ("The Voice of the Moon") was born in Scotland, and now lives in Ottawa. She has received awards from the Amethyst Review, CAA, CBC, CPA, Contemporary Verse 2, Valley Writer's Guild, and Zygote, and has been a winner in the Lapointe, Milton Acorn, Orion, Tidepool, and 2001 Dan Sullivan Memorial poetry contests. Her work has been published in the above literary journals, as well as The Antigonish Review, Geist and Room of One's Own.


3rd Place (Tie) - "Needles in Hand"
by Scott Constance (Toronto, Ontario)

Grandma winces when I tell her I'm leaving.
Says she won't be finished knitting my new pair of mittens.
Needles work wool like a spider at its web
Eighty years of aging gnawing their arthritic teeth,
Causing each bone to crack out a song with every quick weave.

A few times a week I heat up a kettle
And listen to old stories between slurps of tea.
She'll still cry sometimes,
Not as often as when grandpa first passed.
Back then she'd knit me five pairs of pink, woolly mittens
Every day, says it took her mind off him
Although I saw the drops of pain roll down her cheek
While her eyes focused on my unfinished mittens.

Grandma still doesn't know I hate pink.
Instead of telling her, I just might learn to knit soon
So I can bring out all my pink mittens,
Knit them together into a giant, woolly blanket
And cover her with it
When she takes that final rest on her rocker –
Needles in hand, me in her thoughts

Scott Constance ("Needles In Hand") was born and raised in Pickering. He attended Flagler College in St. Augustine, Florida, graduating in 1998 with a major in Communications/Creative Writing and a minor in Photography. He enjoys writing poetry and short stories and has had a novel in progress for the last ten years. An avid baseball player and sports fan, Scott now lives in Toronto with his girlfriend and two dogs. He works as a sales professional in the technology industry.

Youth Category


1st Place - "A Woman's Fear"
by Nicole Ferreira (age 17, Whitby, Ontario)

He lurks in the shadows trying to hide
Wanting needing fresh silken thighs
He takes without asking whenever he wants
Alleyways, darkness nightly he haunts

He walks with a sickening bounce in his step
Living, laughing without regret
He feels no remorse for the women he breaks
Not noticing, seeing his many mistakes

Beauty he spies, and beauty he claims
Innocence drain, draining, drained
He seeks no forgiveness, off of fear he feeds
For the sake of his satisfaction her pride bleeds

Etched in her memory an unforgettable face
Carrying the product of an unwanted, despised embrace
Inevitably knowing her soul had been shamed
Concrete stain, staining, stained

The water was dripping, dripping, drop
Alone lonely she lay on top of the dock
Stripped of her virtue unable to cry
Silently, soundless unable to die

Nicole Ferreira ("A Woman's Fear") is 17 years old. She lives in Whitby, Ontario.


2nd Place - "Ancient Settlements of Nature"
by Heather J. Matthews (age 16, Ajax, Ontario)

Scythed skeletons stand upright
The lone grey trees are moored,
Encircled by the dark waters of the marsh
Forgotten marshals of an outpost long-gone
Sent by a receding forest and
Surrendered to the encroaching bog
Which eagerly sucks up all life,
All nutrients, leaving the husks behind
Gaunt reminders of prosperous times
Soon to be assimilated and disappear
Into the grey mists of a stagnant new age

Heather J. Matthews ("Ancient Settlements of Nature") is 16 years old. She is enrolled in the Special Series Art program at Wexford C.I. in Scarborough. She loves to read, draw, write and listen to music. In 2003 she placed second in the Junior category for the Window on Words poetry competition. Heather will continue to explore the world of poetry in the future.


3rd Place - "Pandora's Peak"
by Duncan James Pike (age 17, Victoria, British Columbia)

Step, each careful step brings me higher
From the green anarchy below I go further
Weaving a taut rope from my red banner
To the metallic light of yonder tower

Long ago did I live among that valley
Holding ever high this banner proud
Content within my small and simple pasture
Ever filled with rousing hymns sung clear and loud

Though sometimes sick and filled with hunger
Finding in darkness no reprieve
Never would I wander from that pasture
For I could find no cause to leave

Till the day I stood upon the hill
That rose highest above the rest
And saw a sight that broke my will
Lured me from my nest

A pyramid forged of light
Piercing the fabric of my time
And I, awe struck from such a sight
Obeying the omen, began my climb

Now from afar above my pasture
Do I, now might, stand
Sneering down upon that once dear
So distant from my ruling hand

I near the gleaming tower of light
That seduced me from my rapture
Ignorant of my foolish plight
A mirage I seek to capture

Duncan James Pike ("Pandora's Peak") has recently turned 18, and is a Grade 12 student at Glenlyon Norfolk School in Victoria B.C. When not reading or writing, he enjoys basketball, soccer, squash and playing guitar. More than anything else he likes partying on the beach with his buddies. Next year he'll be teaching English in Costa Rica.

Children's Category


1st Place - "The Worm in the Apple"
by Laura Tomilin (age 11,Kamsack, Saskatchewan)

There once was a worm, not particularly big.
He wandered the garden; dig, dig, dig!

He wandered the garden, through rain and through snow.
How long he had been there, he did not know.

He had to be careful of the robin you see,
Because sometimes old redbreast would fly down from her tree!

Then one day the worm said, "I'm tired of it here!"
He was running away, oh dear, oh dear!

But where would he go? He wanted to leave,
But he didn't have food; not even a seed!

Then he came across something quite different to him;
Indeed it was something that fell off a limb.

He dug and he dug through it's red, shiny outside,
It was a whole different world once he was inside!

He took a small bite; mmm...this was good!
Maybe, maybe, just maybe he should...

...Stay here awhile, see how it turns out!
Yes, of course, without a doubt!

So from then on he stayed in his cozy new home;
And with all the food around him, he was OK all alone!

Laura Tomilin ("The Worm in the Apple") lives in Kamsack, Saskatchewan. She is 11 years old and in the sixth grade. Writing is one of her interests, as well as dancing, singing, art, drama, track and field, soccer and basketball. She lives with her mom and dad, a dog, a cat, and a lizard. Laura is happy to have received first prize in the Childrens' category of the Dan Sullivan contest.


2nd Place - "The Magic of the Canadian Shield" by Carmel Farahbakhsh (age 11,Guelph, Ontario)


Rushing,
White with foam, dancing in between the rocks
The rapids live; their silken wispy attire dresses them humbly
She befriends the swaying pine trees, she chatters to the high majestic peaks of reddish
rock.
She falls into the turquoise serene pools of her family.
Rippling happily, she flows gracefully.
Light reflects off her, mirroring the trees and the setting sky.
The sky splashed with orange, golden yellow, bronze
deep dark pink and blood red streak the sky, the mysterious wonder of the world.
Her friends the trees give off the clean sharp smell of the earth and the strong spicy smell
of the pine tree.
They wail quietly as the wind whips in and out of their welcoming branches
they murmur softly as the night falls and the gentle tender breeze flows through the land.
The rock, the rock creased with old age and wisdom.
They have experienced the beginning of time and the loving warmth of the rising sun, the
magic of a wish upon a star glimmering in the dead of the night
they are old and not as bold as before but their long life was worthwhile with good
memories and bad, they live through the danger of death,
they always will.
The glaciers, the glaciers are angry, excited, surprised, bold, longing for adventure.
They dent the rock angrily and scar the trees with loathing; they have a frozen ice cold
heart,
it will never melt.
They twist and churn the great pools of stillness; they live an angry harsh life full of
hatred, isolated from all human form.

Carmel Farahbakhsh ("The Magic of the Canadian Shield") was born in Dartmouth, NS. She is 11 years old. At the age of six, she moved from Dartmouth to the fast-paced city of Edmonton. There she attended Victoria School for performing and visual arts. In the fifth grade Carmel chose to do a project on the Canadian Shield, since it would be close to her next new home, the city of Guelph. She researched, read, and studied pictures of the Shield, then wrote her poem. Driving across the country from Edmonton with her family, she was struck by the beauty and magic of the Canadian Shield, and was delighted to see that it was close to the way she had imagined it. Other than writing poetry and studying Geography, Carmel's interests include playing the violin, drawing, painting, sketching, soccer, track and singing.


3rd Place - "My Cherished X-Box"
by James Bengert (age 10,Whitby, Ontario)

X-Box is my favourite game,
Any other game is just not the same.
My X-Box magazine gives me my cheats,
So I can show Dad how he can be beat.
When my Dad went to the toy store,
He looked for something to try even more.
He just bought a brand new game,
And it is called Bobby and Jane.
When the sun is out, everyone out,
Are what the cottage rules are about.
So every night I pray for rain,
So I can see how many points I can gain.
I like to play with my best friend Marcus,
And we wish we could play all night in the darkness.
But you know Mom, "It's time for bed",
So an unsaved game is my biggest dread.
I like to play in the family room,
Because there is no place in my bedroom.
But controllers can trip and you go boom,
So I think it's back to my bedroom, I'm doomed.
But wireless remote has been my life saver,
And I'm back in the family room as Mom's favour.

James Bengert ("My Cherished X-Box") is a Grade 5 student at Glen Dhu Public School. He is 10 years old and his favourite subject is Math. His ambition is to be a scientist and find a cure for cancer. James plays and referees in soccer, and loves to ski (both snow and water). His favourite hobby is X-Box of course!

2003 Dan Sullivan Winners