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Bennett Nieberg
Transpoetic Broadside Prize

The Bennett Nieberg Transpoetic Broadside Prize awards a single poem written by a trans poet who has yet to publish their first full-length book. The prize consists of $500, 10 limited edition broadsides of the winning poem, and a feature in Gasher.

Bennett Nieberg (they/them) was a queer Jewish emerging poet pursuing their MFA at Virginia Commonwealth University at the time of their passing in 2021. Their work appears in journals such as  Crabfat Magazine, New Delta Review, The Indianapolis Review, Entropy, Permafrost, Western Humanities Review, Pretty Owl, and Lunch Ticket, among others. They were the editor in chief of the journal What Are Birds? which hosted the original Transpoetic Broadside Prize. Gasher Press honors Bennett’s legacy of social justice and commitment to the literary community with the continuation of the Transpoetic Prize. 

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2023 Winner
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Callie Jennings
for the poem "Four Months to Coming Out Again"
Selected by final judge [sarah] Cavar

 

About the poem judge [sarah] Cavar wrote: 

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To be trans: a life lived. A life lived                                    in. A life lived in-
side language                              gauged the size of a gauged       self.


This poem makes me want to write poetry. I tapped my keys before I knew I had a winner. And what does this poet do? Strips the transpoetic to its bare essentials: inevitable, delicious, frightening contra-diction, seeking at once to define itself against a hostile cis world, and yet also queerly-desiring undefinition. We see in this poem an ode to the complexities of trans relationally, sexuality, and desire: a desire to fit or be fit inside a moment of warm, sticky comfort. Yet, we remain fluid, and thus, unstuck.Wielding bodies ungrammatical in their lyric beauty, we tangle with our pasts, risking clarity for a sense of completion. Yet, as this poem calls us to remember, we are but members of an ongoing sentence to life that we ambivalently serve, hoping along the way to find a bit of grace.

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Callie Jennings is a queer and trans game designer, musician, and writer based in Boston. Her poetry is forthcoming in _x/y: a junk drawer of trans voices_. Chances are she's dancing.

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Four Months to Coming Out Again

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       You say Put my body where you want it and so I guide.

Your body to the head of the sentence.

     Well. I put your body well. If. I guide

            you to the head of the sentence, my body arrives

                   to the sentence but. My body heads the sentence. At. The head

                   of the sentence        my body is in

           some other sentence than my body is in.

          Some other sentence than                    I can. Say.

Your body. Ends the sentence it begins and I can say:

Your body.             Well. I want your body                       well at the head

                of the sentence. Where my body

             would want                      my body to. Want

         not in my body in your body      where I want it.

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             I call    want to your body not to         what body

could I call                       my body.              In what body

could I      put want.                                      In what body

where I would want                    to preposition your body

where I would want.

       If I want I want

                   to put my ungrammatical body

                                                                         in the body

                          of a faraway sentence. Where somebody

could say I want your body here.          Where I

could say I want.     I can’t want it       Where I

could say I want my body, not in my body,

                                           put in my body. In

My body a sentence

     I could say I want to want to say.                                                 Oh how

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had I ever stopped calling

for myself? The first part I lost

and was believed

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was the tooth and red ligature

I took from the apple

and saved in a blue metal bank

and brushed every Sunday like a good widow.

Finalist

Joy David - "Ode to Trans* Bodies"
Jonah Radeke - "ALONE IN CENTER CITY, I SET OUT MY T SHOT ON A FLOATING DESK"
Elijah Guerra - "Anatomy of a Deer in Decomposition"

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Semifinalist

Danny Dudarov - “For the Winter”

Carson Wolfe - “Six Hours of Daylight”

emet ezell - “Self Portrait as the Prophet Elijah”

Cass Garison - “Raspberries”

KB Kinkel - “Asymptotes”

Anna Newman - “January”

Reyzl Grace - “That Cancer You Know Turns Down a Trip to the Seaside”

Gracia "Cianga" Mwamba - "Sun"

Oscar Woodiwiss - "Body Against Wound"

Mia-Jo - "On the Silver Line"

nic lachance - "it grows its own body"

Past Winners

2022: Leo Gabriel Miller for the poem "buzz cut baptism" Selected by final judge Kayleb Rae Candrilli

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