Sellout poet made over $150 in 2023 alone
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What to expect when you’re expecting a parade
“Stand up and fight for the rights of the marginalized“
Nobel laureate and former U.S. Poet Laureate Louise Glück has died
The Gettysburg Review is assembling its final issue


Goldfish
by Lisa Cihlar
Does it matter that a migrating tern / is standing in the Fox River / with a goldfish in its beak? / The tern is a Caspian with a lovely black head / like the back-combed Italian mobsters in old movies.

Gatsby
by Camille Griep
Like almost everyone in America, I first encountered the puzzle that is The Great Gatsby in high school.

Circumstances
by Camille Griep
By the time they pull you out of the car, the party is already half over. Harry from accounting has mown through the good cheese and the VP is opening the evening’s lesser quality wines.

This Isn’t Silverlake Anymore
by Neil McCarthy
I hear the slightly scratched voice of Joan Baez coming from / the record player singing about the junipers in the pale moonlight, / applause erupting like hailstones on a corrugated iron roof.

Hearsay
by Carla Ferreira
They say in Avignon people dance on the bridge / that was either unfinished or fell apart— / no one remembers those folk stories anymore.

A Letter to Nick Ut
by Samantha Storey
Of all the images to come out of Saigon, your photo of the naked girl running toward the camera is the iconic one.

The Spoken World
by Brett Garcia Rose
Here are the rules: You must begin every sentence or phrase with a vowel. Any word beginning with a consonant is considered high risk and must be preceded without pause by a vowel ending in a higher tonality.

Last Time at the Arch Street Tavern
by Gail C. DiMaggio
Another Monday in another February and the streets outside / are shiny with sleet, speckled with litter. Everything / diminishes—sumac and elm, Dad’s old Buick. Lust.

The Reincarnation of the Seagull
by Lisa Pellegrini
Before he was a seagull / he was the bed of the ocean / its stronghold and place of / penance, a tenderfoot of sorts.

Watching Snow Falling in a Mirror
by Timothy Walsh
From where I sit, the mirror on the opposite wall / shows the outside world / through the window behind me.