La Edad de la Ternura

La Edad de la Ternura

    Every day after classes we pick up Sonia from La Facultad. That first year when she thought herself a doctor and tried to help El Pedigueno with a stick through his hand. She swore it was her calling, that her parent’s voices were the breath above the...
Four Poems

Four Poems

    From A FIELD GUIDE TO PEOPLE Elephant Sometimes you see something so dreadful that the mind’s camera snaps a shot, shoots a video of the scenario, lasers it into your retina’s screen on the spot, impaled in you for as long as you live: the memory of a...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    HOW TO SURVIVE AS A MEDIC   Rule number one is to lay it on thick               for anybody that asks about what you do.   This way you’ll seem brooding and dark,...
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...