Year: 2026

  • Summer 2026 Issue

    Summer 2026 Issue

    Welcome to the Summer 2026 Issue of Gyroscope Review. We’re happy to have you here and hope you enjoy reading all the fantastic poetry in this issue. Free verse to forms, we have it all. Find a favorite and relax with your beverage of choice while you explore the wonderful poems on offer. Let the…

  • Spring 2026 Issue

    Spring 2026 Issue

    The Spring 2026 Issue arrives with an intersection of tradition and transformation. This issue moves beyond the surface-level imagery of the season to explore ‘renewal’ in all its complex forms: the shedding of old skins, the persistence of survival, and the resilience of the human spirit. These poems celebrate a diversity of thought, proving that while…

  • Poet Pick – Wally Swist

    Poet Pick – Wally Swist

    Cleaning Your HandsTaking your hands in mineI am shocked that theyare covered with grime,that the aides didn’t notice how dirty they were.To love is to go beyond whatone imagined what love was.The hand sanitizer I hadin my cloth bag couldn’tdilute the color stuck tothe cuticles of your nails, the backs of your hands, your palm…

  • Poet Pick – Valy Steverlynck

    Poet Pick – Valy Steverlynck

    How heavy it was my mother’s dead body in my arms wet wool limbs dangling like ball chain with bent back I heaved her onto the oak plank rolling her poundage flesh sinew fat. In my hand today dense hunk of lard– animal fat to melt in the griddle I peel the potatoes and quarter…

  • Poet Pick – Tricia Knoll

    Poet Pick – Tricia Knoll

    Next Time You Interview a Unicorn Prepare Better QuestionsYou’re alone waiting for a bus in freezing wind, blowing on frostbitten fingers. I feel sorry for you. I’m here to watch the aurora borealis predicted for tonight, a first this far south. So, I answer. Yes, I have family and friends. I am an alicorn of…

  • Poet Pick – Susannah Sheffer

    Poet Pick – Susannah Sheffer

    What I Might Do I’ll visit the spot without wondering about anything. I won’t ask what could have been different, what the witnesses witnessed or didn’t. I’ll say gone is just a way of talking about ourselvesstill being here. I’ll hope this tastepasses swiftly from my mouth and I’ll refuserequests to describe it. If anyone…