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The Brunel Prize for African Poetry(2017)







Hello Poets!

The Brunel Prize for African Poetry (2017) is now open for entries!

Prize: £3000

Deadline: December 1st, 2016

Requirements: It is open to poets who were born in Africa, or whose parents are African, or who are citizens of any African country. The poems may be published or unpublished. Poets who have self-published poetry books, chapbooks or pamphlets are allowed to submit. However poets who have already had a full-length book of poems published are not eligible. Only poems written in English will be accepted. Each entrant must submit 10 poems. No poem should exceed 40 lines.

Submit your poems to BUAPP@brunel.ac.uk in a single word document attachment with a cover page that contains:
  • Entrants' name
  • Entrants' nationality
  • Country of birth
  • Full address
  • Personal email address
  • Telephone number

The shortlist will be announced March 6th 2017. The winner would be announced on May 2nd 2017

Past winners of this prize are Warsan Shire in 2013, Chekwube O Danladi and Gbenga Adesina in 2016. The judges this year include Bernadine Evaristo, Creative Writing Professor at Brunel University, Chris Abani, Kwame Dawes, Safia Elhillo(2015 winner), and Patricia Wesley.

The Brunel Prize, started in 2012 by Bernadine Evaristo is sponsored by Brunel University, London, and Commonwealth Writers

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