Winning Poem, 12-Hour Carol Contest: Alchemists' Hymn, D.W. Baker

I am pleased to announce that the winner of the 12-Hour Carol Contest is D.W. Baker, for "Alchemists' Hymn." D.W. Baker is a poet, father, and teacher from St. Petersburg, Florida. His work appears in Identity Theory, The Pierian, and Voidspace Zine, and has been nominated for Best of the Net. He reads for several mastheads including Variant Lit. See more of his work at www.dwbakerpoetry.com.



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