Everything in Salt Water

Everything in Salt Water

Baptized at ten given too soon a clean heart a shiny new spirit so much left of me to make filthy. When I turned teenager my mother tells me to wash it well not to walk around in the world humming. Tells me drink it girl, it tastes the same when it’s cold. I’ve...

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Masks: Past. Present. Pandemic.

Masks: Past. Present. Pandemic.

“The human face is, after all, nothing more nor less than a mask,” Agatha Christie said. Our face reveals our true feelings—curiosity, excitement, doubt, disdain—or conceals them.

We put on different faces in different situations, in different company. We perform.

Barnacle Bay

Barnacle Bay

MAUDE CLARK SUSPECTED THAT HER HUSBAND DWAYNE WAS PLANNING TO divorce her and marry his lawyer, Imani Harrison. Why, only God knew. True, Imani was...

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

dear editors would you like meto tell youabout black painif you wanti can show youmy father’smy mother’smy baby brother’smy dead brother’stooand it’s certain nowas it has ever beenthe permanency of deaththe color of ittoothe mark it leaveslike asheson our...

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SAMO

SAMO

And then, America wore kente cloth and took a knee,said it was starting a conversation. And then, America sent Mexico an(other) ultimatum,assured that the Postal Service could deliver without additional funding. And then, America sneezed on door handles in the...

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What First Made You Cringe at the World?

What First Made You Cringe at the World?

IT BEGAN WITH WATCHING A VIDEO OF MOB JUSTICE ONE MONDAY AFTERNOON in October 2012. Later, I would come to discover how paranoid this video made me, and how skeptical I became about the Nigeria Police Force. I was sixteen when I watched this video in class, and now...

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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. 

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