Cartwheel

Cartwheel

We played croquet in the yard, cartwheeling when we felt it. When her mom called us in for lunch, we’d save the game for later, or the next day, or the next one. Her mother smoked those minted cigarettes, her father smoked cigars, and I would cover my mouth every time...

GMR Turns 25!

  We’re thrilled to announce our upcoming 25th Anniversary Retrospective issue, out later this spring.  This issue will celebrate the very best poetry, interviews, and essays on poetry from the magazine’s first quarter-century. We’ll also have a special...