Three Poems
Remember when you lived by a single quote, / repeated most days / with a fundamentalist zeal, / little need to say more? read more
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Boutonniere
In the blue bathroom, my mother’s hidden Kotex. / My pajama crotch smeared with first blurred fire. read more
December 20, 2016
I learned a lot from the free museum lecture on the Reformation, / how it wasn’t really Holy or Roman or an Empire at all / when I step back and let the big picture blur. That night / at the trattoria, a stranger with thinning gray wisps read more
Trinity
The end of Frank’s world doesn’t go out with a bang or a whimper, but rather with the siren of the emergency broadcasting system and a smoky, pink smudge on the western horizon. read more
Review of HEMMING FLAMES by Patricia Colleen Murphy
Patricia Colleen Murphy’s first collection, Hemming Flames, is an intricate and intimate portrait of family, struggle, grief, guilt, and moving through it all. It’s a book about feeling strange—not part of the family you were born into, and not really part of yourself—with the body you were born into. It’s a book about trying to find shreds of certainty, and about trying, period. read more
Eden
"Eden" by Tariq Thomas won the Youth Poetry, Prose and Pizza Slam hosted by the Brattleboro Literary Festival. Green Mountains Review is proud to publish Tariq's poem. Congrats, Tariq! read more
Easy Wonder
My love, we floated for hours / In kayaks, side by side, scarcely dipping our paddles. / No motors allowed here, no soul in any / Of the southerly shore’s three other cabins. read more
Three Poems
The simple ways are the best. Roadkill / soup. Jumping out of airplanes / without a chute. Getting up with the sun read more
The Rooster and the Little Red Wagon
One day the rooster said to the little red wagon, “Little red wagon, I’ve sung my song. Won’t you give a me a ride around the farm?” “No,” the little red wagon said. read more
The Worthy and Wealthy Men of Color
The worthy and wealthy men of color / stood on Golconda, gangplank, Savannah, / the blind Pharoah, thrown overboard, sorrow. read more
Two Poems
Like a violin wishing it were a piano. Like a cirrus cloud afraid of heights. Like a Nobel scientist unsure of the science. Like a barn with hay-fever. Like a lake afraid of being too...
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