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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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
Just a Rainy Night in Georgia
Dreary days come
And they go,
Don't you know.
It's raining in north Florida
Today
So I guess
It's going to be a rainy night
In Georgia, too.
Today's Saturday 10-27-
Two thousand seven
In the day of our Lord
And I know the Bulldogs
And the Gators are playing
Now as I sit and stew
Over you, me and the mailman.
How many times
Seven does it take to wipe the slate clean?
How many and how far
Does the carrot go
For that fuzzy rabbit
To actually bite?
All I know is the Gators
And the Bulldogs
Can leave me out of a parley.
I come from a place
That has an icicled
Duck as a mascot
And I know all there is to know
About pregnancies
And malignant cancers
Thanks to life
And getting hit over the spine
With a hard column painted
In various shades & hues
With turpentine.
Fella,
And more often than not,
Those old teachers who taught
Me have their own poems to write
Right now. I haven't seen them in ten
Years & hopefully when we meet again
It won—t be over literature and bland
Cupcakes & wine but over the after —
Certain eulogies and times dimensioned
To the nth degree.
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published by Glass Poetry Press.
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