2025 Annual Poetry Contest

Congratulations to the Winners of the 

2025 Annual MGC Poetry Contest!

Special thanks to our sponsors below who contributed prizes to our winners.  Check out the award winning poems below.

Winners

Alyana Henry & Sarah Fertsch

Donated Prizes

Revolution 

Haddon Culinary

House Finch

 South Jersey Food Scene 

1st Place:

Centering

by Alayna Henry

I am in this place,
this garden of growth,
a blue sky sun above,
the ground at my feet.
I see greenery all around, 
water flowing upon the earth 
the gentle breeze
at my face,
birds singing bright songs.
I know who I am,
my place in the universe,
within the hands of God. 
A state of serenity,
a place of peace.
I am clothed in contentment 
in this moment,
the eternal now.
It has taken
most of my life 
to arrive here,
finally centering.

2nd Place:

Centering

by Sarah Fertsch


our fingers have felt far too much-
tapping on cool glass, digging for gold and graves,
yet still, they reach.
our eyes have witnessed far too much-
screens and storms and suffering,
yet still, they see.
our ears have heard far too much-
wanting for silence, 
given words and worry and weariness, 
yet still, they listen. 
our tongue has tasted far too much-
blood and salt and what remains unspoken,
yet still, we hunger.
our nose has breathed in far too much-
smoke and soot, stuffy- 
missing the scent of our homes,
yet still, we breathe-
inhale. sense the shift. five senses. first light.
we do not need to escape our bodies
any longer-
for we are each a sun,
rising, calling.
for we are each the earth,
present, answering.
come home-
exhale.
place your hands on your sternum.
pass rib cage straight into heart.
pass bone and body straight into soul.

surrender to the eye of the storm-
the skies above 
can see us clearly now.
the center holds
because the wind
is nothing more than
the breath of the sky.
do not turn back or forward. still yourself-
inhale.
blood alive, coursing straight into heart.
breath alive, speaking straight into soul-
exhale.
no more up and down. no more turning ourselves around
to see what was after or before, rather-
see what is.
be what is.
balance.
return to the center-
come home. 

9. Underbelly
My mother used to tell me that
I’ll meet porcupines around every corner
but i knew she was talking about

My sister, who gripped clumps of my hair until I squealed. Who locked herself in her room,
making me late to school on purpose 

Look for underbelly, mom told me. 
Underneath the needles, just beyond the claws, below the bloodshot eyes drowned in tears 

When siblings grow and reconcile, and when wars break out like acne on skin, when bruises are
never justified

And when the world is crueler than usual, when prickles and godforsaken prayers are without
cause or answer, I weep in a garden of silence. 

Will Nature repeat Mom’s homily? 

Look for the underbelly. 
Soft, fatty, wiggly and gentle. 

Perhaps the needles are sharp on both ends. Perhaps every heart bleeds a little bit, too.