Geist Writing Contests
Open: The Geist Jackpine Sonnet Contest
Send your entries for the Geist Jackpine Sonnet Contest. Read the Jackpine Sonnet Contest Blog to find out everything you wanted to know about jack pines, Jackpine Sonnets and the creator of the Jackpine Sonnet, Milton Acorn. Find out entry details here.
1st Prize: $500
2nd Prize: $250
3rd Prize: $125
The submission deadline is Canada Day, July 1, 2010.
OPEN: The Geist Literal Literary Postcard Contest
We are now accepting entries for the 6th annual contest. The deadline has been extended to January 15, 2010. See here for details.
5th Annual Contest Winners
1st Prize - “Spring Training” by Mark Paterson
2nd Prize - “Meditation” by Lisa Martin
3rd Prize - “The Two-Slice Toaster Move” by Jane Stevenson
Honourable Mention - “Still Life with Blake” by Monica Kidd, “Wolf and Man” by Jaime Forsythe
The Short Long-Distance Writing Contest
CLOSED: The 2008 contest is closed.
1st Annual Contest Winners
First PrizesStardustTerri FavroYou’re lucky. I only checked my messages because I came into town for ibuprofen and marshmallows. What’s up? The Other James BuchananChristopher GeiselFor thirty-eight years, all I knew about my daddy was his last name: Buchanan, same as mine, and that was all right with me until Mama died. | Second PrizeMiracles, PluralShana MyaraGod forbid he’s watching over her at this moment. God forbid he’s taken pains to come watch over her right now and she’s just sitting on her ass on the couch staring at the cereal crumbs stuck in the corner of a notebook. God forbid he’s aware that she got this notebook from the kitchen cupboard that stores their family’s crappy miscellany—candles, shoe polish, jar lids, crumpled road maps of Vancouver Island—and that this is the dirty notebook in which she plans to summarize his life. | Third PrizeMisericordiaJudith PennerIt’s usually her mother’s story: what she was wearing, who came to visit, what kind of flowers were sent, the weather in Winnipeg. In that month of ripening sometimes there isn’t enough rain, sometimes too much. But on this hot August morning of someone’s arrival, others are waiting: having breakfast, reading books, making zwieback, looking for somewhere to live. |

