Wednesday, December 17, 2014


These small summer dawns
The light is just enough

And the moon, half-posing, pales
Overhead, hesitant, obsessing

Absence, and every spoiled cloud not yet
Detail waits in blue abeyance

For the stars’ demise
For the broad sun to glower,

Matter—retake this world.

About GTimothy Gordon:
Gordon's Open House (fictions) will be published in November 2014, while Ground of This Blue Earth and Under Aries were published in 2012 and 2014, respectively.  An expanded edition of the original Mellen P edition of Everything Speaking Chinese is currently pending book publication. He divides personal and professional lives among Asia, Europe, and the Mountain/Desert Southwest. 

Monday, November 24, 2014


I could see myself falling in love with a beat poet 

I do not cook us breakfast
or lunch

we order every option we hadn't heard of
and ask if there are any 
not listed on the menu
any nostalgia they've been wanting to fry
slice, boil

we wake up to indie music
sliding through the walls
the precursors to cool
kissing their way in our ears

he pierces his ears at Claire's
and I pretend he did it himself
in a back room
or bathroom

he whispers too often

and writes about my teeth
on a chain around his waist

The Tune of a Turning Point

My mind is a loom with a hacksaw in it,
and your highwired wrists don't know how to balance.
I think you write with your ankles,
and I think no one runs away to the circus anymore,
so let's adopt the only remaining freak show;
let's let them stare at our knit fingers.

About McPherson Newell:
McPherson Newell is a high school student attempting to sustain an obsession with poetry despite all amounts of homework that try to consume her time. Her work is forthcoming in the Eunoia Review.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Elegy for my Aunt with Only Lines from Her Emails

everything gets recycled

writing is not
a practical career
it's about the brain (a burst
of water)

the last word
being useless

About Jackson Sabbagh:
Jackson Sabbagh studied poetry at Sarah Lawrence College and is currently getting his MFA at University of Florida. He enjoys people-watching.

Thursday, November 6, 2014


Principles of Design
by Howie Good

The suicide hotline rings
with infuriated doggedness.
It’s why I avoid lingering,

but even if I take a bus somewhere,
the sense of harmony
& resolution isn’t much.

Assistants with sturdy shears
must be sitting in the dark

blindly cutting clouds
in the shape of drowned continents
from plain white paper.

About Howie Good:

Howie Good's latest book of poetry is The Complete Absence of Twilight (2014) from MadHat Press. He has new collections forthcoming, including Fugitive Pieces (Right Hand Press) and Buddha & Co (Plain Wrap Press).

by Julie Shavin

To find fault, capsize on one flaw 
no matter how small
among goodness, or goodly intent
is human paradigm, 
crucifixion our daily bread.
One needn't multiply loaves 
to be summarily

About Julie Shavin:
A Kentucky native raised in Georgia, Julianza (Julie) Shavin, is a composer, writer, and visual artist who adopted the Rocky Mountains as home in 1993. Recipient of three Pikes Peak Arts Council grants, she was named 2011 PPAC Performance Poet of the Year; in 2012, Page Poet. She publishes often in literary magazines, and recently took 2nd place and two Honorable Mentions in the Mark Fisher Prize contest. This year she received three awards through the National Federation of State Poetry Societies. Her most recent book Of Mortality a Music was published by Dreamzion Press; her upcoming book is An Octave Above the Sea. Past-President of Poetry West (, she served as editor of the thirtieth anniversary issue of its literary magazine The Eleventh Muse. She currently collaborates with New York-based spoken word artist Hank Beukema (e.g.,, and is an animal-welfare advocate/activist working with rescue groups all around Colorado and elsewhere.

Friday, October 10, 2014



supports the war.  brother

is one week

losing the baby
is not a race, and the next

he’s returning

to pregnancy
the child. 

I sell
from my father’s attic

to god

and cigarettes

to the sex
of my inner. 

About Barton Smock:
Barton Smock lives in Columbus, OH with his wife and four children.  He writes daily at, and self-publishes prolifically via his author spotlight on Lulu. His most recent title is The Women You Take From Your Brother.

Monday, October 6, 2014


taught me how to make my first fist,
how to stand up when being pushed down,
how to black the eyes of impossible odds. 

She worked two jobs, sometimes three,
I don’t know when she slept, 
but she always made breakfast,

smiling over the sizzling stove
in a bathrobe and slippered feet, 
feeding us pancakes until we were sick.

Her infectious laughter held those walls up,
nails and boards like prayers against a tornado,
watching us grow like storm clouds 

inside picture frames, flashes of lightning
changing the faces, with a love as constant 
as the rain. Let her smoke her cigarettes. 

About Jay Sizemore:
Jay Sizemore flunked out of college and has since sold his soul to corporate America. He still sings in the shower. Sometimes, he writes things down. His work has appeared online and in print in magazines such as Prick of the Spindle, DASH, Menacing Hedge, and Still: The Journal. He's never won any awards. Currently, he lives in Nashville, TN, home of the death of modern music. His chapbook Father Figures is currently available on Amazon.

Saturday, September 27, 2014


A buttercup bursts
in the field in which you sink,

the mud is quite remarkable:
It must have peat moss in it somewhere,

sweat and eucalyptus,
or the feeling of a friend returning home
on a night without moon.

You lip the word mouth…

from your mouth
fly tiny warblers,
their heads, the color of lemon rind,

their tails being tugged
by thin esophageal ropes.

Inside your wild head is a cartographer
aching to line the ground,

a fellow who reminds you
that the petals

belonging to the buttercup
have yet to reach the ground,

your teeth have at last turned to feathers.

About Seth Berg:
Seth Berg is a chainsaw-wielding wild man who digs tasty hallucinatory literature. His first book, Muted Lines From Someone Else's Memory was winner of Dark Sky Books 2009 book contest. Other poems and short fiction can be found in Connecticut Review, 13th Warrior Review, Spittoon Literary Review, BlazeVOX, Heavy Feather Literary Review, and Lake Effect, among others. Most recently, poems were anthologized in GTCPR Volume III and Daddy Cool. Berg is addicted to hot sauce and psychedelia. He lives in Minnesota with his two supernatural children, Oak and Sage, as well as his guardian snow leopard. He loves your face.

Thursday, September 25, 2014


The Montucky Review is now accepting submissions of poetry based on a theme. Please send ONE POEM using the following quote as the theme:

"Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are a good person is a little like expecting the bull not to attack you because you are a vegetarian.”--Dennis Wholey

The rules are as follows:

1. If you use obvious key words from the quote, or quote the quote itself, you will be disqualified.

2. No epic drama sagas - maximum of 20 lines please. Remember, here at TMR we like it short and punchy!

3. Do not use the author's name in your poem.

4. Use the sentiment or your interpretation of the meaning of the quote in your original poem.

5. Do not write about bovine or vegetarianism.

6. We will publish the selected poem(s) in November, but submissions will not be accepted after 10/31.

7. If you do not receive a reply from us your work has not been chosen. Please do not query. ***NOTE: We will be notifying those whose work makes the initial cut that they are in the running. That doesn't mean the poem will ultimately be chosen, it simply means you've survived the initial cut. As previously stated a winner/winners will be formally notified no later than 11/10.

8. In the subject line of your e-mailed submission please write "Submission-Quote Theme." 

9. We will choose the poems that we feel best capture the sentiment of the quote for publication. 

We look forward to reading your work!

Friday, September 12, 2014


Till the autumn tempests come to scatter the
    --So brief your thoughts of her.

                                  --from The Tale of Genji

So Brief Your Thoughts of Her

It is the time of the year
for our rituals: hanging up our coats, giving up smoking,

remarking on the fickleness of the sky. How strangely
we behaved. How often

we took for granted the
intricate signals sent from brain to mouth, the thoughts

forever tangled in our synaptic thickets. Sometimes, I
manage to think of you

perpetually dressed for
that first winter, telling me your name under the snow-

pregnant clouds. How wonderful your name, you lying
on the frost, lighting up

your menthol, pausing
between puffs to tell me this is your last one, you swear.

In Passing

When they buried her, they could not
understand it all: the aroma in that room
born from hot lead and lavender, the 
shrill cries of the newborn rising from 
the crib down the hall. Years afterward,
they maintained their habits: kissing her
framed photograph before leaving
the house, stacking the dishes after meals
in the same manner she had done.
When her birthdays came, they always
mentioned how beautiful she was,
how her hair was brighter than a
thousand suns.

About Andrew Mobbs:
Bio: Andrew Alexander Mobbs has been writing poetry for nearly a decade ​. He served as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Mongolia (2010-12)​ and then released his debut poetry collection, Strangers and Pilgrims (Six Gallery Press, 2013) ​. His work has also appeared in Deep South Magazine, New Plains Review, Ghost Ocean Magazine, Calliope, ​and others. ​He co-founded Nude Bruce Review, a nonprofit online literary magazine, in 2012.​ ​ Despite everything, his true passion is walking around aimlessly in his moccasins.

Friday, September 5, 2014



Distracted by the flickering

            unmanageable moment,

                       pointing a flashlight

around the room,

           lately I prefer to live

                      by chance alone—

gathering from memory

          the oil and water phenomenon,

                      two dozen apricot seeds,

a russet canvas,

            orange peels

                        in the compost pile,

all the dust intertwined

            like soft music

                        stirring the leaves.


Humid windows,
globe on a desk.
The stillness holds
too much pantomime.

Steam rises from a tea cup,
she yawns and reaches for a white robe,
fingers unfurled.

You’ve held the heirloom ring
in your palm
for a year.

It’s time to stitch together
separate narratives,
meet her unhurried,

shaping potato dumplings in the kitchen
while cotton T-shirts dry out
in the California sunlight.

About Daniel Rortvedt:

Daniel Rortvedt is an occupational therapist and poet. He completed a master's degree at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. He has lived and worked in Colorado, Washington, Missouri, Wisconsin, and currently resides with his wife in Chicago.