Internal Combustion
In the San Francisco
of my twenties, we were like trees
pressed against each other, larger
than what we longed for.
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More Things I Would Tell You
I join a bereavement group
But I last for one session
Marriages over fifty years
Died suddenly
Brain aneurism
Long battle with cancer
I am the only one
Who isn’t crying
From “After Talk”
You touched my chest with your fingertips
as I lay next to you trying to sleep.
“Try to rest,” you said, by which you meant,
Gird your loins, my love, and prepare your heart,
for tomorrow I may leave you.
February Thaw
Outside, crowded maple trees
soften themselves and glisten.
Weeping, they unroll their leaves.
Announcing the first annual Green Mountains Review Book Prize!
Judged by Olena Kalytiak Davis and Sarah Manguso, the first annual GMR Book Prize is now open for submissions. Published in partnership with Publishing Genius Press
Excerpt from Bible Adventures
(from Bible Adventures by Gabe Durham) When I was seven, my family moved from Springfield, MO, to Annandale, VA, so my mom could go to grad school and my dad could become the new preacher at the unfortunately named Falls Church Church of Christ. Since before I was...
Review of Lindsay Hunter’s Ugly Girls by Sarah Brown
SARAH BROWN is a graduate student in English and Creative Writing at Concordia University. Her creative work has recently been published in Room Magazine, Literary Juice, and the Vancouver Weekly. Originally from B.C., Sarah now writes and makes music in Montreal.
Kool-Aid Man
My parents gave me the name of someone / Who would be an asset in our war against the pervasive / Demonic forces that threaten us on a daily basis.
Review of Luke B. Goebel’s Fourteen Stories, None of Them Are Yours by Marcus Pactor
Fourteen Stories, None of Them Are Yours by Luke B. Goebel Fiction Collective Two. 2014. 184 pages. My first couple years of college, I studied with the late Harry Crews. I read all his books and took his word as the gospel on fiction. When he was writing...
Unhinged
The girl left her house and went into the woods.
The Eleventh Month
On a Monday night early in November Gaddis dumped his motorcycle in the ditch turning onto his road, and Hal drove out to haul the bike up.
Mother on Earth
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. – Psalms 127: 3-5