Tag Archives: Ploughshares

Fructify was one of those, a word imported from better times. When Mario Cuomo was the governor of New York State, he’d used it in a conversation with the former Senator Patrick Moynihan. She’d been driving somewhere, too stoned to follow the context, when the word blazed out of the radio. She was surprised a politician had the courage to use it. But that was a long time ago, when the public would tolerate unusual language.

Read “Salt” by Megan Staffel.


The 2009 Rhysling Awards are now open to nominations from SFPA members. My eligible poems (all for the short poem category) this year are:

I’m fond of these poems, and I hope people will check them out who missed them the first time, but honestly I don’t think any of them are award-worthy. I would suggest people instead consider these two poems which both really struck me this year:

  • Hill and Pail.” Mary Alexandra Agner. Strange Horizons.
  • Phrenology.” Elizabeth Bradfield. Ploughshares.