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News just in: the shortlist for the Iota International Poetry Competition 2010 has just been announced, judged this year by the talented - and typically stylishly turned-out - poet Tim Turnbull. And amongst some familiar names - Martyn Crucefix, Mick Wood, Matthew Caley and Christopher North - I'm chuffed to see a poem of my own shortlisted.

The full list of prizes, shortlisted poets and poems is below; the winners will be announced at an awards event at the University of Gloucestershire on April 19th.


1st Prize £2,000
2nd Prize £1,000
3rd Prize £500
10 Supplementary Prizes of £50


(in no particular order)


"Here is The News" by Carol Beadle

"A truck called 'Perseverence' ", by Martyn Crucefix

"Look Who's Shunting The Nuclear Train", by Mick Wood

"Playtime", by Maeve Henry

"Los Angeles", by Matthew Caley

"The embolism suffered by Edward's father (during a sudden cold
snap)", by Rosie Sheppard

"Doors", by Kevin Russell-Pavier

"In the Gardens of Titans", by Clint Frakes

"Everyone Matters", by Jamie Walsh

"Untitled", by Pat Cash

"Where the Bull Got In", by Kate Miller

"New Flat", by Ben Wilkinson

"Eurythmy Artiste with Toque", by Christopher North


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Comments

Sheila said…
Congratulations. Can we read your poem somewhere or do we have to wait for the final judging?
I read your reviews in the Feb 5 TLS recently - I'm still playing catch up - and particularly appreciate the fact that I know, after reading one of them, whether the work is likely to interest me or not. I'll check out more of Carrie Etter's work.
Ben Wilkinson said…
Hi Mairi -

Good to hear from you. Where the competition's concerned, yes, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until the final judging as you say. The winning and commended poems will then, I think, appear in the following issue of Iota, and on the website for a short time. Thanks for your interest; much appreciated.

And I'm delighted to hear that you found my review of Carrie Etter's debut informative and useful. My primary aim with any review is to help the interested reader make an informed decision as to whether to seek out the book or not, and if I've achieved that on this occasion, I can't ask for much more. It really is an impressive first book: I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

all best, B

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