Misty Mountain Review
A journal of short poetry
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VAPOR -- Nepali Poetry in English
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March 17, 2018
MMR ON HIATUS
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Please do not submit poetry to MMR. We are on hiatus.
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November 16, 2017
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Poets of Issue Twelve Sketch © Shutterstock.com Anamika Mishra Ben Groner Chris Wardle Christopher Barnes Don Thompson Gary Beck ...
One poem by Anamika Mishra
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Standing by the Edge of the River ...
Two poems by Ben Groner III
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Norfolk, Virginia In the Ronald McDonald House kitchen the little girl called my name, so I knelt down again and stared int...
Two poems by Chris Wardle
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Inheritance Perhaps no more than four or five, this Nepali child frowns nervously up at the ping*'s rope and Bamboo frame, uns...
One poem by Christopher Barnes
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Why Bother Ltd. (Martini glass on secretaire.) Half-hearted at poodlefaking? Here’s a progression of 10 ...
One poem by Don Thompson
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Lamp Sometimes in this world, slightly to one side of our five senses, a stone becomes translucent. It seems to be a Japanese...
November 15, 2017
One poem by Gary Beck
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Out of Control Everything in nature eats, or is eaten. Natural selection regulates existence, until human interference alte...
One poem by James Croal Jackson
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Paradox in drinking I add more of myself to myself in living I add more time as it subtracts JAMES C...
One poem by John Grey
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Ice Breaks in Mountain Stream River grunts and groans, as blocks of ice crack, break apart, crush together, shatter like old timbers....
One poem by Juliet Wilson
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Raspberry Picking Sweetness glows red in thorny undergrowth. Arms scratched and nettled, we fill bags with fruit, juice on our h...
One poem by Karen Neuberg
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Once a peregrine, here in Brooklyn, landed close to my feet, swooping under a parked car, I presume for a rat. I never saw the reaso...
One poem by Lee Evans
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Free Fall The detachment of the moon Is like a fingernail clipping Frozen among the constellations. Crunching down the snow, ...
One poem by Michael Lee Johnson
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Alexandra David-Neel S he edits her life from a room made dark against a desert dropping summer sun. A daring travelling Parisian...
One poem by Michaeleen Kelly
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The Loneliness of the Long Distance Whistleblower The misdeeds and generally bad ideas of her coworkers permeated Ann’s consciousne...
One poem by Saloni Kaul
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Price of Beauty Atop the hill old trees gaunt in a clump All stand on guard eternal like a sage, On the alert like batsman suave...
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