Winner, 2020 42 Miles Press Poetry Award

We would like to say THANK YOU to everyone that submitted a manuscript this year. Here are the final results, announcing the winner, the finalists, and the semi-finalists. Finalists are indicated by an asterisk.

Winner: Tracey Emin’s Tent / Jake Bauer

*Peep / Danielle Blau

*Future Symptoms / A. Molotkov

Ghosts of the Permian Seas / Danielle Dubrasky

*Bees in the Fire / Fay Dillof

Still Life with White / Holly Karapetkova

Freak Lip: an Epistolary / Julia Cohen

*Into The The / Robin Reagler

Pair Trawl and Dredge / David Moody

Ticker / Mark Neely

If You Don’t Want to Bring the Body Into This / Donna Spruiit-Metz

green / Audrey Colasanti

*Philomel, Whose Reputation Precedes Her / Ashley Danielle Ryle

Man versus Bird / Paul-Victor Winters

Estuary / Jeremy Voigt

My National Anthem is an Elegy / Andrew Cox

Turkey Vulture / Zachary Lundgren

A Day at the Gene Pool / Jaimee Kuperman

How will the robots kill themselves / Jason Morphew

And the World Doesn’t End with Ashes and Flames but with Lack / Jade Ramsey

Flowers as Mind Control / Laura Minor

Swiitch / Freesia McKee

Last Night I Aged a Hundred Years / Peter Grandbois

Last Known Address / Jane Medved

The Dream Protects the Dreamer / Ryan Teitman

Arrangements in a System of Pointing / Matt McBride

Everything is Liquid / Sharon White

Portable City / Karen Kovacik

*Oops Sorry I / Wes Civilz

The Pocket Oracle / Sharon Dolin

The Great Outdoors / Joshua Corey

Means to be Lucky / Annie Kantar

*Empty Book / Emma Winsor Wood

*Preferred Internal Landscape / Emma Winsor Wood

*The Johnson Poems Heart Attack Geological Survey / John Whalen

*Liam Powell / No Action Alternative

Gestures / Joshua Boettiger

Stephen Priest / To Find Comfort in Others


Jake Bauer is the author of the chapbook Big Pool, Oh (Factory Hollow Press, 2021) and co-author of the chapbook Idaho Falls (SurVision Books, 2019). Winner of Phoebe’s Greg Grummer Poetry Contest for his poem “Machine,” his work has also recently appeared in The Laurel ReviewThird CoastGulf CoastLIT and more. Having earned his MFA from The Ohio State University, he now serves as the Marketing Director for Saturnalia Books and lives in Traverse City, MI.



When I was younger, I was confused

each winter when suddenly the world

was not green. I had been taught things

are what they are— We call this a chair

because it’s a chair. We call this

a trillium because it’s a trillium. 

But when they said without doubt

that this is the world, even though

it was frigid and white

and sometimes we could not

even drive on what they still called roads,

it was obvious to me this was not

the world. And when they said you

are Godfrey, but then one day

I was a half-man, gawky

and whiskered, how could I

trust anything? At first,

I was ashamed. But, thankfully,

the subsequent thought:

I could be the trillium. 

So when I shivered in the wind

and in winter when I disappeared,

I was. And: I could be the chair—

some people sat on me, some

chucked me across the room

when they were mad, and

some decorated me with jewels. Then,

what always happens happened

to me, too— people wanted to pay me

because I had discovered something

true about existence. And I took

their money, though often it was not money.

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