Glass Poetry Press

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Volume Four Issue One

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Masthead

Terry Mulert:
Innocence

Andrea O'Rourke:
Driving in the Rain in Atlanta

Heather Derr-Smith:
The Chase

David Sullivan:
George Bush Eats Shoe (In My Dreams)

Laurie Barton:
Contact High

Maureen Kingston:
First Love, Age 8

Alan King:
Vacant

Margaret Walther:
On the Way to Your Funeral

Laura Merzig Fabrycky:
Almonds

Anne Barngrover:
Hail Annie

Louis Gallo:
Mercy

Laurie Barton

Contact High

I'm back in her Toyota Tundra again, this time reading the Big Book in earnest, not just droning "A Vision For You" in my role as the perfect sponsee. I'd woken up Monday, cold, facing the week like someone lost on the steppes of Patagonia. Like a pumpkin sprouting fuzz. We laugh at quaint words, the specks that turn to thunder clouds. She tells me I can never drink again, and I think of my seasonal brew, the corkscrew I don't want to throw away. All that pot smoke two rows away at the concert, and her own hands drawing it forward, the deep inhalations, the wish that the genie would come, that breathing in this life would be enough.

Karen J. Weyant:
The Summer I Stopped Catching Bees

Laura Merzig Fabrycky:
Finished

Kristin Roedell:
Exorcism at Half Time

Heather Derr-Smith:
Three Wolves, December Storm, Boundary Waters

Susan Alkaitis:
Undone

Terry Mulert:
Inside Walls

Jennifer Yeatts:
Hip Poem

Brenda Paro:
I Keep Having This Dream

Corinna McClanahan Schroeder:
We Are Learning to Be Silent Together —

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