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
U.S. Soldier With Traumatic Stress Disorder Syndrome, Post Iraq
Deeper down the tubes there’s an out-of-box experience,
A self-healing fiber optic ring that offers more response time
To whatever microbrew ales you ought to be in pixels.
They removed guns pointed at our heads because
We were from the same country where the weapons were manufactured,
Not because she was so good at polishing her lip with a thumbnail.
The algebra of justice knows nothing about triangulation,
Only tit for tat and how we waited all night for day
As we recited bed-time stories for the dead.
God told Oprah he didn’t want to pretend he’s something he’s not,
Said his favorite team is the Purple Cobras
And his favorite hangout a little airplane hanger in Missouri,
The same place where dead bees once turned honey into sunlight
And where people now double-park for coffee or run in to get
Dry cleaning and where I remain in the country of my jet lag
Not knowing where I am, but knowing at the same turntable,
This has not been a good day for love or socially acceptable
Narcotics. I’m in your time zone now, baby. Bad credit, no problema.
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published by Glass Poetry Press.
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All contents © the author.
