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POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
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Susan Deer Cloud:
Playing Marbles
Dan Nowak:
A Return to the Past After History Failed Me
Katie Hartsock:
The Sun Does Not Rise, We Turn To It
Naomi Glassman:
Miles until Michigan
Michael Keshigian:
Landlord
Andrew Terhune:
The Rabbits of Chicago Wait Only for Me
Mel Sarnese:
Family Reunion
David W. Landrum:
Jugville, USA
Todd Heldt:
The Problem with Memory
Tad Richards:
Mittens
Benjamin Russell:
Picasso's Loaves, 1952 (a photograph by Robert Doisneau)
Richard Lighthouse:
activities during meetings
Ryan A. Bunch:
At the Graveyard
Samuel S. Vargo:
Just a Rainy Night in Georgia
Caitlin Ramsey:
Handy
Kyi May Kaung:
Geese
Steve Klepetar:
Kids Today
Steve Trebellas:
Sweet Dimes
Dan Nowak:
Walking Through a Snow Storm is Like Waiting to Call Yourself
Kathleen Boyle:
O Nonni
Katerina Stoykova-Klemer:
Stones
Susan Deer Cloud:
Asthma
Patty Paine:
salt; or the night you left
Kyi May Kaung:
I come from …
Allan Peterson:
My Math
Maw Shein Win:
throwing sparklers at the green mezzanine
Kim Roberts:
Summer Rain
Samuel S. Vargo:
Fotophone
Janice D. Rubin:
Interstate 5
Patrick Loafman:
An Idiot's Guide to the Blue Cat
Saeed Jones:
Eve on Top
Jean Tupper:
Gisela, my friend …
Michael Spring:
Leaving Belfast
Ryan A. Bunch:
Annual Toads
Katie Hartsock:
Leaving the Forest
Contributors
Volume One Issue Two
Leaving Belfast
I want to arise and go now, so that I can arrive at Downpatrick races
In the mist, with Poker, who once glimpsed heaven
And told me how, pink-faced and porter-stained from playing billiards
With the Hurricane in a smoky hall
I would go now to lie with the dark-eyed beauty who raked her bow
Across the cello, stroking out her soulful lays, impossibly rousing
The cloud-cushioned angels, dispatching sightless marionettes
From tenements to do her bidding
I cannot flee the years that have exploded, the airline bag full of Semtex
In my palm, a thumping grief of nails, while gazing into the crystal future
Scanning the sunset across the greasy seas with a smile empty of intent
Save for its own bright continuance
I think of the giants who would gyre, sleeping under Slieve Donard now
And the flame which licks my cigarette only serves to ignite the loss
And show me Diane's upturned face as we wait in the thin rain
To board the overnight ferry
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published by Glass Poetry Press.
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