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  • Pushcart Prize Nominees

    Pushcart Prize Nominees

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    Gyroscope Review is pleased to offer the following poems as our nominees for the Pushcart Prize. You can read all the poems on this page, although you might want to check out the back issues and see the other fine works contained in each issue. Every year it’s very difficult to limit ourselves to 6…

  • Poet of the Day – Karen George

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    National Poetry Month April 30, 2020 Karen George Frida Kahlo, Henry Ford Hospital (The Flying Bed), 1932         Frida, not everyone wants to see you unclothed on a hospital bed in the open air, industrial Detroit on the horizon, blood puddling beneath you. Clutched in your hand, long umbilical cords attached to floating objects:…

  • Poet of the Day – Claire Rubin

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    National Poetry Month April 29, 2020. Claire Rubin Wise Penelope   Twenty years without hearth sitting, shawl weaving, sock sewing, without supervising servants so the roast pig is pleasing to the hoards of lascivious men swigging wine, pinching servants and waving cardboard swords   Twenty years of adventures, the captain of her ship never falling…

  • Poet of the Day – Susan Wismer

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    National Poetry Month April 28, 2020 Susan Wismer The Babysitter   I wanted to touch Mrs Quinn’s neck my hand, stubby, unsure, poised four years old   I wanted to trace the round line of her collar the base of her throat rest, just for a moment my pointer finger   on the cup of…

  • Poet of the Day – Dotty LeMieux

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    National Poetry Month April 27, 2020 Dotty LeMieux On the Day Cokie Roberts Died   I had to remember she wasn’t Nina Totenberg And that Dan Rather wasn’t dead, only banished But Tucker Carlson was still alive and well Alive anyway if not well informed     I had to remember the news isn’t just…

  • Poet of the Day – Alison Stone

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    National Poetry Month April 26, 2020 Alison Stone Pandora   I’m a hot mess, ravishing disaster, blown into town under a blade-sharp moon. Men, you quiver as I slink by with my lipsticked smirk and box of troubles, ache at the sway of my skirt. You’ve never seen a woman’s hips before, never touched hair…