The End of Another Reading Period

We hope everyone is getting into holiday mode! At Gyroscope Review, we are in get-the-lead-out mode as we go through the poems we’ve accepted for our January issue, organize files, create covers, write editorials, and, if we’re lucky, eat fudge.

This just-completed reading period, which technically ends at midnight tonight, had over 350 poems submitted and slightly over 50 accepted. Thus, our January issue is going to be packed with good stuff, which is just what we hope our readers want for that chilly time of year around here.

And now a special holiday poem/recipe, because a little silly does us all good sometimes.


(with apologies to James Pierpont, who wrote Jingle Bells)

Standing in the kitchen
wooden spoon in hand,
the roll of foil glistens
as it lines the pan.
On the stove I mingle
sugar, milk, and butter,
make it boil and jingle.
So much stirring, I mutter.

Oh, making fudge, making fudge,
making fudge for Christmas.
Oh what fun it is to cook
in a kitchen that is warm!
Making fudge, making fudge,
making fudge for Christmas.
Oh what fun it is to cook
in a kitchen that is warm!

After five whole minutes
I have to add some stuff:
chocolate and vanilla – shoot!
Forgot the marshmallow fluff!
Take it off the burner,
stir till things all blend.
The perfect dish for winter,
a great gift for my friends.

Oh, making fudge, making fudge,
making fudge for Christmas.
Oh what fun it is to cook
in a kitchen that is warm!
Making fudge, making fudge,
making fudge for Christmas.
Oh what fun it is to cook
in a kitchen that is warm!

Outside the ground is white.
Inside I lick a spoon,
warm fudge a tasty sight
in this lovely cooking room.
I’ll wait until it sets
then cut it up for all
their appetites to whet
at the Yuletide ball!

Oh, making fudge, making fudge,
making fudge for Christmas.
Oh what fun it is to cook
in a kitchen that is warm!
Making fudge, making fudge,
making fudge for Christmas.
Oh what fun it is to cook
in a kitchen that is warm!

(based on a real recipe from the back of the Kraft Marshmallow Creme jar)

(No, we would not accept this for our own journal, but feel free to sing it aloud.)

Happy Holidays to all and to all a big

thank you for your submissions this reading period.


And the Nominees Are…..

Today is the deadline for sending in Pushcart Prize nominations, so it’s only fitting that we announce our own nominees, whose poems we sent off to the Pushcart folks via snail mail this week.

And the nominees are:

Alexis Rhone Fancher: When You Think You’re Ready to Pack Up Your Grief (Issue 16-1)

Tricia Knoll: Amazing Grace – Performed More Than Ten Million Times a Year (Issue 16-2)

Steve Klepetar: News Cycle (Issue 16-3)

Cheryl Kutcher: In the Midst of Depression (Issue 16-3)

Kari Gunter-Seymour: Middle East Veteran’s Wife (Issue 16-4)

Congratulations to Alexis, Tricia, Steve, Cheryl, and Kari!

Please visit our Issues page to read these wonderful poems.



Several Books on Crafting Poetry

Want to improve your craft and chances of getting published in Gyroscope Review? Attention to detail helps a lot. There are plenty of books out there on poetic craft for you to ponder over. Here are some mini reviews about a few of the books I’ve read on creating and ordering your poetry. Are there books you’ve found helpful? Drop us a line on Facebook or Twitter
Books available at your favorite bookstore.

Art of the Line
The Art of the Poetic Line
by James Longenbach

Logenbach delves into the function of the poetic line in poetry from metered to free-verse. In its most basic form, poetry consists of the arrangement of lines, and how the arrangement and rearrangement of the line changes and expands the meaning of the poem. Through examples, Logenbach shows how choosing an end stopped line over enjambment can heighten emotion, and how judicious use of enjambment can ratchet up the tension in a poem. Much of the book is a primer on how to expand and relax the tension in lines for optimum effect. The lesson from Logenbach is how every word, syllable, meter, rhyme and punctuation in a line of a poem can be fine tuned to improve your work.

Ordering the Storm
Ordering the Storm: How to Put Together a Book of Poems
by Susan Grimm

A collection of essays by different poets on how to put together a book of poetry. Some of the authors have obviously given deep thought about the order of their poems in a book, others have taken a more whimsical approach. Several discussed ‘backfilling’ with new poems to make the collection reach the theme or goal they set for themselves. A few essays touched on naming the collections – not as many addressed this as I would like, sort of a ‘chicken or the egg’ question I’m curious about. There was also discussion on how to arrange the poems for maximum impact, including the radical suggestion of letting a third party do the arranging. The unifying thought through all the essays, was ‘there is no one right way to arrange a collection of poems.’ I’m not sure if I find that thought comforting… or maddening.

Real Sofistikashun
Real Sofistikashun: Essays on Poetry and Craft
by Tony Hoagland

Real Sofistikashun is another collection of essays on poetic craft, very accessible and interesting. Hoagland doesn’t pull any punches in his analysis of several contemporary poets and their methods, indeed one essay drove me to seek out the poets mentioned and analyze their work more deeply. After I did that, I was ready to cast a more critical eye on my own work. The book is full of examples from a wide range of poetry, mostly contemporary. One of my favorite essays concentrated on Fragment, Juxtaposition, and Completeness.

Hoagland keeps the tone light while imparting his information, one of the last essays is titled Fashion Victims: The Misfortunes of Aesthetic Fate, about the fickleness of styles in modern times. This is an entertaining and interesting collection, well worth reading more than once.

After Confession
After Confession: Poetry as Autobiography
Kate Sontag, David Graham, editors

A fascinating collection of essays on the “autobiographical impulse” in poetry. What makes poetry more prone to confessional missives than most other forms of writing? Essays range from the history and background of the autobiographical poem, to contemporary usage. One theme becomes clear; doing an autobiographical poem well can be tough. Connecting private suffering with public audience is something none of the poets take lightly. The concern is making the poem universal enough to connect with a collective, and finding a truth that can’t be ignored because the ‘right’ truth in poetry touches everyone. It’s a fine line between self-indulgence and relevance. The confessional nature of autobiographical poetry has the potential to scare readers away, but done well, the “I” in the poem speaks volumes for us all.



Kari Gunter-Seymour

Kari Gunter-Seymour

GR: Thanks for agreeing to let us interview you for Gyroscope Review. We’re pleased that you are one of our contributing poets. Will you please begin by telling us where you’re from, where you write, and why poetry?

KGS: I live near the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains in a small town in southeastern Ohio. I have lived “here abouts” all my knowing life, never far from my grandparents’ farm, where I spent as much time as I could as a child and young adult. I’ve come to understand that most of what I know that’s worth knowing, I learned from them. I write outside in the spring and fall, now and then at a coffee shop if I’m stuck in town, mostly at the dining room table. There is a big bay window. In winter, we stock the bird feeder just outside. We often get a lot of snow. I write poetry because that’s the way the words come, in poetic form. Otherwise, I might have been a storyteller, which is considered a much more respectable craft for an Appalachian.

GR: Who, or what, are your poetical influences?

KGS: I write about what I know – what I’ve seen, felt, touched, smelled. I have not been formally trained, so I’ll blame it on this rich Ohio soil, wildly eclectic family and neighbors, my upbringing and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.

GR: Some of the poetry you’ve had published in Gyroscope Review addresses military members who return home with PTSD. Could you talk a little bit about how you decided to use this topic in your work and what you hope these poems achieve?

My work as a whole is based on Appalachian culture. Unshakable patriotism and a willingness to fight for God and country have been a point of honor and pride for Appalachians for generations. Poverty is also a factor for “joining up.” With limited access to higher education, and never enough jobs to go around, many Appalachians have found very few alternatives to military service. To a teen, the probability of being killed in war seems less gruesome than being killed in a coal mine, or worse yet being stuck forever in a dead end town. If you live in Appalachia, chances are you know a soldier and his/her family.

I know a soldier. I write about him and his mother. It guts me.


Po-dunk Appalachia,
single mom singing you to sleep.
Ninja Turtles, G.I. Joe,
aspirations from a hand me down Magnavox,
After the destruction of the Twelve Colonies of Mankind,
a fugitive fleet searches for the legendary planet Earth …
Easy for a growing boy to believe
he might be the one, lift himself and his mama up
out of poverty, into the stars.

But for that same boy, grown,
kind and underserved (looser!),
high school doesn’t hold sugar,
boredom etches rivers in rust.
Metallica, Call of Duty, Blackhawk Down,
the tug like a calling.
All that he can be he wants to be,
like the recruiter says,
Champion the meek,
see the world on Uncle Sam’s dime.

Boot camp proves sweet salvation.
Born again, his body strong,
structure, purpose, proud to serve,
at last he’s found his people.
He gets good, real good, don’t think
the captain didn’t notice.
Private to Sergeant in one year,
been done before, but rarely.
Get ready boys, here we go!

Fallujah 2004.
Heat, sand, no way to dig
a foxhole in that shit.
What in God’s name are they thinking?
KIA, one or more a week,
body parts, zippered bags,
and the children, Holy Christ, the children.
He whispers James Hetfield like a mantra,
Mama, they try and break me,
Still they try and break me.

One year later all that’s left
is the smell of cordite
and the smirk on their faces.

First print: Kudzu 2016

If you haven’t experienced it yourself or seen it up close, you truly cannot imagine what PTSD and/or TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) does to a combat vet and his family. Even worse, how inefficiently the military and the VA have responded to the critical need for focused mental healthcare. I often wonder if the government was expecting more deaths, but due to technology in warfare they are getting massive casualties – mental as well as physical – instead. PTSD and TBI can be hard to spot right away. Until recently, the military did not want to recognize it, so soldiers carried that burden on their own, thinking they were just bat shit crazy. Many combat vets experience overwhelming survival guilt, nightmares (flashbacks) extreme agoraphobia, paranoia and a sense of not belonging in the world. Soldiers turn to alcohol trying to self-medicate. Oh, and the military loves to hand out pain meds. Lots and lots of pain meds, telling vets “it’s all in your head, son.” It really and truly can take six months or longer to get an appointment at the VA. Meanwhile, families are left trying to diagnose and care for their soldiers using tools like WebMD. Twenty-two veterans a day commit suicide.


They wait for you there,
down the narrow stairs,
inside the long shadow where lichen grow
grey in wall cracks and silverfish dance
like free men around empty Jack bottles
and the sagging couch:
shadow brothers, commiserating.

You pray out loud
that self-mutilation and starvation
will somehow bring an end to the torment
of your Jesus Christ make it stop ritual.

Play: Your body hurling
toward the Bradley’s dash, then
snapping back as if rubber bands
were strapped to your backside.
A jackdaw scratches at the cracked
window pane, black as night,
screaming Move! Move! Move!
while blind muzzles fix on your skull
and German Death Metal bands
pang-pang what’s left of your hearing.

Rewind: You don’t remember
the body bags, only the zippers.
And feathers–a shitload of feathers,
and the taste of fresh blood, 
copper, tin, salt.

First print Red Earth Review 2016

My hope? That people who read my work will experience a perspective most don’t. To think twice about the importance of whether their latte is perfectly prepared. To maybe consider how they personally might be able to help with the veteran health crisis. It’s a lofty goal. The time to protest war is not over simply because we are not “actively” at war!

GR: What is your writing process like? 

KGS: Like many poets, my words often come at inconvenient times. I scratch things on notecards, in my iPhone notes, on gum rappers and napkins. When I have a quite moment, I assemble the scraps. There is usually a poem, waiting to be excavated.

GR: Do you belong to any writer’s groups – face-to-face or online? If so, are they part of your process?

KGS: I am a member of the Pudding House Poetry Salon, Columbus, Ohio. It is my great privilege to have been invited to a seat at that table. We laugh, we cry, we celebrate. We’ve been known to spend half an hour discussing placement of a single comma. We are kinfolk.

GR: What do you look for in the poetry you like to read? Any favorite poets?

KGS: I don’t set out looking for anything in poetry. I just try to read a lot of it. I know what I like when I find it. I admire James Wright, Naomi Shihab Nye, Alison Luterman, Jack Ridl, Roy Bentley, Rosemerry Trommer.

GR: What is the most important role for poets today?

KGS: We are artists and so, honor bound recorders of history – explorers of the id.

GR: Which poets have you had the opportunity to hear read?

KGS: I have attended readings by Naomi Shihab Nye, Jack Ridl, Allison Joseph, Colman Barks, Seema Reza, George Bilgere, Lisa Starr, Rosemerry Trommer, Roy Bentley and Tom Lynch to name a few favorites.

Also, I am the founder/curator of the Women of Appalachia Project, an arts organization (fine art and spoken word) I created to address discrimination directed at women living in Appalachia ( I arrange for five to seven spoken word events each year, hosted throughout Ohio and West Virginia, which means I get to hear a sassy mix of established and emerging voices out of Appalachia all year long.

GR: Any future plans for your work that you’d like to talk about?

KGS: My chapbook, Serving, was recently chosen runner up in the 2016 Yellow Chair Review Chapbook Contest and is forthcoming spring 2017. The juror, Logen Cure, had this to say: “Kari Gunter-Seymour’s Serving is a heartbreaking and honest portrayal of the life of a war veteran’s mother. Gunter-Seymour juxtaposes the horrors of combat with perfectly rendered images of childhood, domesticity, and home, allowing the reader to experience a perspective we don’t often hear about. This collection is eye-opening, unapologetic, unforgettable, and absolutely necessary.”

GR: Are there other art forms in which you work or would like to work?

KGS: I have an MFA in graphic design and an MA in photography. I do a lot of that stuff, too, you know, in between …

GR: Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us. We appreciate the time you put into your answers and the perspective you offer. The subjects in your work are indeed important and deserving of their place in front of readers everywhere. Please let our readers know where they can find more information about you or your work:

KGS: You can check out my website at to read more of my work or go to my Facebook page KariGunterSeymourPoet.