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Chris Offutt Nonfiction 1996
Dael Orlandersmith Drama 2008
Daniel Orozco Fiction 2011
Ladan Osman Poetry 2021
Nadia Owusu Nonfiction 2019
ZZ Packer Fiction 1999
Ann Pancake Fiction 2003
Suzan-Lori Parks Drama 1992
Elena Passarello Nonfiction 2015
Lydia Peelle Fiction 2010
Janet Peery Fiction 1993
Kathleen Peirce Poetry 1993
Benjamin Percy Fiction 2008
Andrew X. Pham Nonfiction 2000
Xan Forest Phillips Poetry 2021
Rowan Ricardo Phillips Poetry 2013
Tommy Pico Poetry 2018
Claudia Roth Pierpont Nonfiction 1994
Darryl Pinckney Fiction 1986
Darryl Pinckney Nonfiction 1986
Katha Pollitt Nonfiction 1992
Katha Pollitt Poetry 1992
Reinaldo Povod Drama 1987
Padgett Powell Fiction 1986
Stephanie Powell Watts Fiction 2013
Karisma Price Poetry 2025
Brontez Purnell Fiction 2018
Hanna Pylväinen Fiction 2012
Hugh Raffles Nonfiction 2009
Keith Reddin Drama 1992
Spencer Reece Poetry 2005
Roger Reeves Poetry 2015
Sharifa Rhodes-Pitts Nonfiction 2012
Mark Richard Fiction 1990
Atsuro Riley Poetry 2012

Selected winners

John Ash
1986
The Branching Stairs
Poems

You know it too! … The charm of funerals in the rain,

the special effects men with their hoses well aimed,

huge drops exploding on

classically beautiful

black umbrellas.

 

You know them, -

the houses like fat vegetables

stuffed with old lace, ceramics, silverware, dust –

secure as bank vaults.

                                    Who will inherit?

Vittorio is dining with

that Chinese actress again…

Will the kingdom be divided?

Who will keep

the chandeliers in good repair

and tend the lists of public enemies?

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Francisco Cantú
2017
The Line Becomes a River

To live in the city of El Paso in those days was to hover at the edge of crushing and proximate cruelty, to safely fill the lungs with air steeped in horror. In news, in academic texts, in literature and art, El Paso’s twin city of Juárez was perpetually being presented as a place of murder and violence, a landscape of factories, maquiladoras, drug cartels, narcos, hit men, sicarios, delinquents, military, police, poverty, femicide, rape, kidnapping, disappearance, homicide, slaughter, massacre, shootings, gun fights, turf wars, mass graves, garbage dumps, impunity, corruption, decay, erosion, a hemispheric laboratory of social and economic horror. This representation—the narrative of a city irreparably fractured by its looming border, saddled with broken institutions and a terrorized populace—had become part and parcel of its legacy, the subconscious inheritance of all those who came into the city’s orbit.

 

From THE LINE BECOMES A RIVER by Francisco Cantu, to be published on February 6, 2018 by Riverhead Books, an imprint of Penguin Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. Copyright (c) 2018 by Francisco Cantu.

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Amy Herzog
2011
4000 Miles / After the Revolution
Two Plays

VERA: Have I told you about the lesbian who tried to seduce / me?

 

EMMA: Yes.

 

VERA: She showed up at the house, saying she has suck a big, whaddayacallit.

 

EMMA: Clitoris.

 

VERA: Clitoris, right, and she said it would be terrific, and all that. And I said no thank you, and she went away. Nice woman. Very pretty, actually.

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Damien Wilkins
1992
The Miserables
A Novel

When the ferry berthed at Picton, the American was to purchase two one-way tickets back to Wellington; one under Healey’s name and one under his own real name; he was at present travelling under a false name. He would pass over both these tickets to Healey and then disappear for good. Healey would deposit the American’s ticket in a rubbish bin on board. Then at a certain point in the voyage, when it was dark and they were towards the middle of the Strait—this was important, the American had told him, because of the currents which might easily drag a body far out to sea—Healey was to raise the alarm that he had just seen a man jump overboard.

 

The ferry would most likely be stopped and Healey would have to take a role in looking for the missing man. He would have to be ready to indicate how the figure fell and from where exactly, what he was wearing, what he looked like, and in none of these details should he be too precise. It was dark. No one else was on this part of the deck when it happened and Healey himself was on an upper deck and saw it more or less out of the corner of his eye. No, the man did not shout or make any noise as he jumped.

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Vu Tran
2009
Las Vegas Noir

Six months ago, before all this, I drove into Las Vegas on a hot August twilight. My first time in the city. From the highway, I could see the Strip in the far distance, but also a lone dark cloud above it, flushed on a bed of light, glowing alien and purplish in the sky. My tired, pulpy brain at the time, I thought it was a UFO or something and nearly hit the truck ahead of me. Fifteen minutes later, at a gas station, I was told about the beam of light from atop that pyramid casino and how you can even see the beam from space, given no clouds were in the way. My disappointment surprised me.

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