Search all Winners

Name Sort descending	Genre	Year
Michael Burkard	Poetry	1988
Michael Byers	Fiction	1998
Sarah Shun-Lien Bynum	Fiction	2005
Ryan Call	Fiction	2011
Sheila Callaghan	Drama	2007
Kayleb Rae Candrilli	Poetry	2019
Francisco Cantú	Nonfiction	2017
Anthony Carelli	Poetry	2015
Ina Cariño	Poetry	2022
Hayden Carruth	Poetry	1986
Emily Carter	Fiction	2001
Joan Chase	Fiction	1987
Alexander Chee	Fiction	2003
Dan Chiasson	Poetry	2004
Don Mee Choi	Poetry	2011
Yoon Choi	Fiction	2024
Shayok Misha Chowdhury	Drama	2024
Mia Chung	Drama	2023
Paul Clemens	Nonfiction	2011
Ama Codjoe	Poetry	2023
Anthony Cody	Poetry	2022
Robert Cohen	Fiction	2000
Christopher Cokinos	Nonfiction	2003
Clarence Coo	Drama	2017
Jordan E. Cooper	Drama	2021
Amanda Coplin	Fiction	2013
Leopoldine Core	Fiction	2015
Eduardo C. Corral	Poetry	2011
Elwin Cotman	Fiction	2025
Patrick Cottrell	Fiction	2018
Frances Ya-Chu Cowhig	Drama	2024
Mark Cox	Poetry	1987
Douglas Crase	Poetry	1985
Justin Cronin	Fiction	2002
Stanley Crouch	Nonfiction	1991

Selected winners

Catherine Lacey

2016

Nobody is Ever Missing

A Novel

After some time my husband reached over to hold my hand, which reminded me that at least there was this, at least we still had hands that remembered how to love each other, two bone-and-flesh flaps that hadn't complicated their simple love by speaking or thinking or being disappointed or having memories. They just held and were held and that is all. Oh, to be a hand.

Sherwin Bitsui

2006

Shapeshift

Poems

Turn signals blink through ice in the skin.

Snake dreams uncoil,

burrow into the spine of books.

Night spills from cracked eggs.

Thin hands vein oars in a canyon bed.

We follow deer tracks back to the insertion of her tongue.

Shubha Sunder

2025

Optional Practical Training: A Novel

I paused outside Porter Square Station, in my wet clothes, to observe what a sign there called a kinetic sculpture—three elevated red objects shaped like tongues, tumbling about their axes and orbiting a tall white pole. My thoughts circled back to Theta’s shocked expression at my rent, which led me to review my predicted costs—food, transportation, utilities—and wonder if I’d overlooked something. After a brief trance, I descended a long escalator to the commuter rail platform and boarded the train to Wilton. Soon I was passing the same backyards and open spaces I’d sped by in March, no longer barren and covered with dirty snow, but green, with that profusion of young spring leaves I associated with Impressionist paintings. A pond slid into view, its edges blurred by clumps of reeds. The rain started again. It drew long diagonal streaks across the windows. Anyone want to get off at Brandeis? the conductor called as she strode up the aisle. That was a question, she added cheerfully. Not a threat.

Lauren Yee

2019

The Great Leap

WEN CHANG

he was leading students in an obscene chant.

SAUL

what'd he say?

WEN CHANG

"u.s.a. u.s.a."

SAUL

oh come ON, that's every titty bar in america.

WEN CHANG

surrounded by student protestors in white headbands. it was a clear political protest. a declaration of war.

SAUL

war?! are you crazy?

WEN CHANG

less than twenty-four hours on chinese soil and this is what he does. how could you do this to me?

Salvatore Scibona

2009

The End

A Novel

At times you could not fully expand your chest to take in breath, such was the push of the bodies on your body. And the kids in the trees throwing spiny sweet-gum monkey balls at your head. There were moments you felt you might be crushed. It had happened, in 1947. A Slovak woman and her babe in arms were crushed right here. Imagine killing somebody with your chest, a pair of hot corpses borne along by the pressing of your body and other people’s bodies—and still you came, out of this instinct to cram into the streets, because the body, despite reason, insisted on satisfying an urge that nothing in your brittle, private, homebound individual interior could satisfy.