Ursa Major

Ursa Major

What is now known by the sorrel and the roan?By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey?It is: Stay by the gate you are given.Remain in your place, for your season.O had the overfed dead but listenedTo that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom...But,“Did you hear...

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Four Poems

Four Poems

tight embrace as if you’d break on letting go. I saw the sky for what it was: immaculate field, burial ground. A voice cried out from across the lake: “Abelard! Heloise!”—your uncle Fulbert calling us to return “right now!” A thousand minnows circled our legs like shiny badges. I couldn’t speak as I gazed at you too deep in bliss to utter a word, too damn ecstatic. We swam ashore and dressed in vain. 

Thea Matthews

Thea Matthews

She Says We’re dreams  walking in the world on the land  of red skin red blood on the land of a civil war She says  we will walk  on...

Green Mountains Review, based at Northern Vermont University, is an annual, award-winning literary magazine publishing poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, literary essays, interviews, and book reviews by both well-known writers and promising newcomers.

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Two Poems

Two Poems

It’s big enough already, longing distance, like the mind body problem, and like the mind-body problem, the stuff of mind and the stuff we mine is simply information, neither matter nor energy, the mind being software to the brain’s hardware.

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Uprooted

Uprooted

It was good to fill the sinkhole myself after the landscaper/botched the job. Beneath the plant he poised, thirsty/on red clay—divots of emptiness. Ten bags of top soil go in/smelling of the deciduous north, released

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