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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 deep.   Like a song with a headache. Like an electrified fence wanting...

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Mystery, Menace, and Early Sorrow

The dolls never slept.  They stayed wide eyed and unblinking on their shelf in my small, overheated room, watching me watch the man and woman in the apartment across the way. As a child with insomnia, I was wide eyed, too, although I would have preferred sleep....

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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

LOLA HASKINS ‘s most recent book of poems is The Grace to Leave. She has recently finished a collection set in the Florida woods and waters and is working on another about insects.

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Sunday

Sunday

But I did saw it, and that’s me. I’m seeing all kinds of things these days. You know, The Muffin Man, for example. Saw The Muffin Man yesterday, at the car wash.

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Neil Shepard on the First 25 Years of GMR

Neil Shepard on the First 25 Years of GMR

Last spring, GMR celebrated its first twenty-five years with a 400-page poetry retrospective compiled by Founding Editor Neil Shepard. This was also Neil's last issue before stepping down as Senior Editor. To read through this anniversary issue is to marvel at the...

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Red and Yellow Kill a Fellow

Red and Yellow Kill a Fellow

I’m the green bird staring at your naked morning ass through the window. I think I want to learn Japanese. It’ll help me understand this scenario. I want to learn more about recycling. Then I’ll learn even more about the value of useless things.

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A Prose Is a Prose Is a Prose

A Prose Is a Prose Is a Prose

Poetry had the feeling that they’d always been holding hands, that they sometimes forgot. Prose had the feeling that when they forgot they forgot on purpose. These feelings they had, they had them, then they had some others.

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I Want to Dance Where the Children Play

I Want to Dance Where the Children Play

He stood outside the fitness center and watched the women work out in gym suits and leotards that reminded him of sitcoms from the Seventies. There were many fitness centers in the city where he sometimes worked, but this was the one he stopped at. He watched the men,...

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