Re-Visioning Contest Results!

At last, the results for the Revisioning Contest are here!

We’re so sorry it’s taken so long to get all of the results in and posted, but here they are. Congratulations to all our winners! But don’t forget to take a look at all of the submissions, which can be found on the Revisioning Contest blog.



First Place:
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By almcdermid
500 points from TalentedWritersGuild.
A three-month premium membership subscription from OritPetra.
A one-month premium membership subscription from angeljunkie.
Feature in a special TalentedWritersGuild news article and blog.
1 critique on a piece of your choosing from AzizrianDaoXrak.
1 critique on a piece of your choosing from beautyinreview.
1 critique on a piece of your choosing from LadyofGaerdon.
1 constructive comment on a piece of your choosing from OritPetra.
Journal feature from AzizrianDaoXrak.
Journal feature from beautyinreview
Journal feature from OritPetra
Journal feature from LadyofGaerdon.
Journal feature from angelStained.
Journal feature from angeljunkie.

Second Place:
Fuji in MarchI stood in quiet shock on the mountain
Before me lay the miles of silence
Land washed clean of everything,
Gliding upon a muddy surge
Of heaving breathing westward destruction.
It came from our east
From the rolling turning earth
That hoisted sea and house and life
Upwards towards the other side
Of the tearing streaming westward destruction.
The land mass rocked and the hills
Slipped away; deep down into the liquid terror.
The barreling strength that whisked this way
With my surf to my feet, my roots,
Forging blindly screaming it's inaudible westward destruction.
By Cassy772
300 points from TalentedWritersGuild.
A one-month premium membership subscription from OritPetra.
Feature in a special TalentedWritersGuild news article and blog.
1 critique on a piece of your choosing from AzizrianDaoXrak.
1 critique on a piece of your choosing from beautyinreview.
1 critique on a piece of your choosing from LadyofGaerdon.
1 constructive comment on a piece of your choosing from OritPetra.
Journal feature from AzizrianDaoXrak.
Journal feature from beautyinreview
Journal feature from OritPetra
Journal feature from LadyofGaerdon.
Journal feature from angelStained.
Journal feature from angeljunkie.

Third Place:
i do fearit was when I first saw San Marino, i felt your breath.
and when it stuttered on my mouth, warm—
(how long ago?)
the way there is an endless
sweeping of sky, heavy; it weighs like your words
and starvation,
the kind that swells the lips
A gray so low it is painful,
the damp salt in the air and a
winter to wash tears
my throat is thick. i see
the cruelty of men
the things that keep me sick and sleepless; children
in a grave of many, or coffins too big
the man who bled himself
the woman who stepped into traffic—and but for loud wailing, the rending of your
garments, you are silent in days,
just days. maybe once a year, but
(you did this.)
you hold us.
(maybe you did.)
and San Marino
and how i shivered when it rained
and how he threw me down
and how it hurt
i don't fear it
my breath is ragged still, but i have flesh. i am a woman
i will watch the ones with hollow eyes and touch their jaundice, their shriveled skins
i will fear it not if it is m
By Judah-Leonardo
200 points from TalentedWritersGuild.
A one-month premium membership subscription from OritPetra.
Feature in a special TalentedWritersGuild news article and blog.
1 critique on a piece of your choosing from AzizrianDaoXrak.
1 critique on a piece of your choosing from beautyinreview.
1 critique on a piece of your choosing from LadyofGaerdon.
1 constructive comment on a piece of your choosing from OritPetra.
Journal feature from AzizrianDaoXrak.
Journal feature from beautyinreview
Journal feature from OritPetra
Journal feature from LadyofGaerdon.
Journal feature from angelStained.
Journal feature from angeljunkie.

Honorable Mentions
RemembranceThe last to go is         something fading,
leaving behind a trail of once-was, as bright
as the light bulb in the bathroom,
you realise ruefully, when the light goes out
and you’re left sitting on the toilet seat,
poetry magazine in hand. Thank God
you still remember where you keep your spectacles!
Thank God for those little flowers, R-something, as far as you recall,
for remembrance, worn scandalously by a goddess of something pink;
flowers your son floats on water in a bowl, which perhaps held
two sleepy fish before, but you couldn't say for sure.
For you’ve been broken down to pen on paper pinned to a fridge,
a childish portrait in ballpoint blue; down to a hollow in
the pillow where your white head rests. Yet you insist and
insist on being more than only the smell of you on your clothes.
And it's an unhappy wonder that wonders why you get up every dawn
to wander with purpose, somewhere, but instead stare at your feet,
bewildered: ha
By Vigilo

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By LiliWrites

Thom And The BikersThat thundered crescendo mauls
those natural sounds more diverse and prolific than silence,
leaving the bruised ear to discover a muted state of shock,
The detonated eardrum stilled. Whitman sought the road
he dreamed all his Americans might tread, a road leading them
to the spaciousness of spirit, transmuted to fit
the form of humanity, heroic in the face of fate's immensity.
In California, the poet could but observe the progress
of this latter-day horde, deplore their defiant uniform of despair,
while envying their surrender to momentum.
By AlecBell