Looking back and moving forward.
Poetry
Severance
Honored that Hannah Lee Jones's poem is our last for 2016. It's a fitting one to go out on for us who feel "abandoned in that snow country"; "a howl with no walls to receive it."
Honored that Hannah Lee Jones’s poem is our last for 2016. It’s a fitting one to go out on for us who feel “abandoned in that snow country”; “a howl with no walls to receive it.”
A Minor History of Fighting
Tina Cane recalls the glories of a rough and tumble NYC childhood.
Tina Cane recalls the glories of a rough and tumble NYC childhood.
O Dead Man of Goodwill
David Wright ponders the convergence of the living and the dead, the comfortable and the impoverished, "the residual lives /I’ve put on and cannot shed."
David Wright ponders the convergence of the living and the dead, the comfortable and the impoverished, “the residual lives /I’ve put on and cannot shed.”
When
"I startled awake /to think of my child as an old woman, /who has always been exactly /who she is, never who she may be."
“I startled awake /to think of my child as an old woman, /who has always been exactly /who she is, never who she may be.”
Special Call for Poetry Submissions — Immigration and Xenophobia
Speak truth to power.
Speak truth to power.
Puschart Nominees 2016
Here are GMP's nominees for poetry.
Here are GMP’s nominees for poetry.
Men with Large Calves
A man walks around with a bullet in his head in Gerald Yelle's surreal yet oddly believable poem.
A man walks around with a bullet in his head in Gerald Yelle’s surreal yet oddly believable poem.
I Buried the Workweek
Josette Akresh-Gonzales's Pushcart-nominated poem is one of mourning and celebration, in which "The front door is open for the ten /people who will say the kaddish with me. They don't have to knock."
Josette Akresh-Gonzales’s Pushcart-nominated poem is one of mourning and celebration, in which “The front door is open for the ten /people who will say the kaddish with me. They don’t have to knock.”
AIDS Quilt, Block Number 00169
As we approach World AIDS Day, John Whittier Treat's call and response poem raises questions about the ways by which we commemorate.
As we approach World AIDS Day, John Whittier Treat’s call and response poem raises questions about the ways by which we commemorate.
Mors Praematura (a story)
Darius Stewart and his mother grieve the impending loss of a good man-- "slugging our way /to the altar for grace, bartering for his life."
Darius Stewart and his mother grieve the impending loss of a good man– “slugging our way /to the altar for grace, bartering for his life.”
Imagined Letter from My Father to His Father
A father's voice resonates across years and divisions: "You won’t know /how or when you cross the border, /but just howl your name— /others will find you."
A father’s voice resonates across years and divisions: “You won’t know /how or when you cross the border, /but just howl your name— /others will find you.”
Imagined Lost Writings of Alan Turing
Two years ago today, "The Imitation Game" came out in the UK. Dean Kostos's sestina commemorating Turing's brutal mistreatment at the hands of his government is disturbingly pertinent.
Two years ago today, “The Imitation Game” came out in the UK. Dean Kostos’s sestina commemorating Turing’s brutal mistreatment at the hands of his government is disturbingly pertinent.
Digging
This is a time of introspection for many of us, when "thoughts paw and scratch" and "naming certain things is an infidelity."
This is a time of introspection for many of us, when “thoughts paw and scratch” and “naming certain things is an infidelity.”
In Europe, Mothers Enjoy Two Years of Maternity Leave
In case the election results make you want to ex-pat.
In case the election results make you want to ex-pat.
Of Black Hands Building Beatboxes, or Hearing the Beautiful Man
"Black men loving freely is like drinking warm peach juice"
“Black men loving freely is like drinking warm peach juice”