At the Naples Botanical Garden

At the Naples Botanical Garden

    Through the bougainvillea and clematis arch, past the placards for Screw Palm, Gru-Gru, Powder Puff, blocking the sun from our eyes to get a better look at a maroon bloom dangling beneath a dozen green bananas, I’m immortal, especially when I enter the...
The Elaine Race Massacre by J. Chester Johnson

The Elaine Race Massacre by J. Chester Johnson

The Elaine Race Massacre Essay and poetry by J. Chester Johnson  |  April 1, 2020 Presented by Green Mountains Review CONTENTS    Top | Intro | Essay | Poetry | About J. Chester Johnson GMR, Honoring History In February, 2013, Green Mountains Review (GMR) serialized...
Do-gooders

Do-gooders

  Warm, radiant afternoon after days and days of rainy gloom, the girls bursting with born-again good intention. “I want to eat more vegetables. Carrots and broccoli and green beans,” Giulia announces from her car seat. Isabella jumps in: “I want to drink...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    Curse What is metaled, what is stretched taut enough? What’s said –an albatross “happens”– back-lit by white and golden flurries of clouds. Can’t you see it soaring above the ship? A sentence of air, lisping between miles of wire and rope and sails. O My...