ISSN: 1941-4137
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
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Masthead
Rane Arroyo:
Brokeback Mountain
Frederick Lord:
Diving Bell
Allison Tobey:
The Wedding Photo
Frederick Lord:
Cupping My Car Keys like a Bird I Want to Keep Quiet
Tom Carson:
Breakfast plate portraits
Ryan McLellan:
Too much life
Peter Gunn:
Tate Modern
Tom Carson:
The beach
Sally O'Quinn:
October View
Jeff Crouch:
thermostat
JR Walsh:
Maybe he'll adopt our children
Carine Topal:
Eating Apples
David B. McCoy:
Skylight
Lightsey Darst:
Don't
Amanda McQuade:
At the Shore
Lenore Weiss:
U.S. Soldier With Traumatic Stress Disorder Syndrome, Post Iraq
Adam Houle:
How I Imagine the Seasons on a Walk with My Dog
Daria Tavana:
Bunkered Up!
Martin Willitts, Jr.:
Forest Haiku
Joseph Reich:
from Twelve Odd Stanzas Involving Culture
Lisa Fay Coutley:
In Love, Fridays are Best Spent Watching the Discovery Channel
Ray Succre:
Seedless Blackberry Jam
Davide Trame:
The Threshold
John Grey:
Glassy
Ryan McLellan:
Exploratory
Kenneth Pobo:
Leave it to Buble
Joseph Hutchison:
Poplar
Amanda McQuade:
Happy Hour 3
Adam Penna:
from Lyrics to Genji
Lisa Fay Coutley:
In e-Harmony
Anne Baldo:
jenny hanniver
Jackson Lassiter:
Instant Oatmeal Instructions
Taylor Graham:
Erinys Erinys
Celeste Snowber:
water litany
Davide Trame:
Moth
Contributors
Volume One Issue One
In Love, Fridays are Best Spent Watching the Discovery Channel
In the Riverine Forest of Serengeti, siafu roll their dark tide highway toward acacias and black mane lions. A sisterhood—twenty-two million strong—unified in a hunt for breath. According to myrmecologists, ants make up one third of the planet's animal weight, and these are the harvesters of flesh. They bridge into every orifice, asphyxiate and devour a frog in under an hour, polish a cow's bones within two weeks. Nothing cleans meat from a skull like siafu. When it's time, these sirens sing their pheromone song to the sausage fly. Mature enough to need, he'll stagger into the swarm of sentries who tear him wingless and bring him to the queen of trees and grasslands. He is mated once before eaten. Only the Masai understand the matriarchy of siafu. How they rid a crop-square of insects and rats in seconds flat. How their man-eating pincers double as sutures. Even after their bodies are pulled from their heads, they still hold on, closing the wound.
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published by Glass Poetry Press.
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All contents © the author.
