Eight-Track Tape Player
The sun slants his hapless rays / through spiderwebbed glass, / and amid the hills of newspaper read more
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Sestina
I climbed another mountain and spat on a boulder / because climbing a mountain means nothing. To fish / from the middle of the stream, fresh catch flailing / breathlessly on the shore, gasping frivolous moonlight, / their widened eyes confused: that is my percussion
of temptation, the drum I’d rather follow through the rain read more
Meterology
When I arose the petals of the pink / were strewn on the table, / debris of glossy tongues. read more
Bodily Resume
The third line on my brow— / arrived last night. read more
The Island
Owen watched Aubrey press her palm into a thick patch of speckled moss girdling the trunk of an old Douglas fir. The move was gentle and precise, how a mime might seek an invisible wall, and he couldn’t help but imagine her locked up in some dark basement, kidnapped, as he suspected she’d been as a child. read more
Two Poems
Leave that Tiffany bling. It’s a pile of cold cash. / Facile, faceted carbon copies. read more
Does Yours Have a Heart, Too?
Once there was a person who was tasked with reducing a mountain into a flat plain. For a shopping mall. For a housing development. For a prairie. For the gemstones within. They moved their family to a new home at the base of the mountain, which was tall enough to keep...
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Some Words About Proverbs
I’ve played my part as tourist in the Netherlands. In Amsterdam, I skipped out of the way of ring-chiming bicycles. I drank Amstel beer under an awning while an afternoon rain dotted the surface water of the Singel canal. read more
Review of WHERE WE GO WHEN ALL WE WERE IS GONE by Sequoia Nagamatsu
Where We Go When All We Were Is Gone is haunting literary work, and I mean that literally: ghosts populate the book. The collection is set in modern Japan, where the dead, the undead, and countless characters from Japanese pop culture and cultural myth struggle to exist, and coexist, at the edges of the human world. read more
At Her Mirror
She slips out of her dress, turns
this way and that, cursing her breasts, read more
Willy Loman’s Reckless Daughter
Editor-in-Chief, powerhouse poet, and all around love, Elizabeth Powell's newest book Willy Loman's Reckless Daughter gets a nice mention in The New Yorker! read more
Congratulations!
Congratulations to GMR contributors Michael Bazzett, Hadara Bar-Nadav, and Melissa Stein! read more