ISSN: 1941-4137
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
Hannah Cohen lives in Virginia and is a MFA candidate at Queens University of Charlotte. She's currently a contributing editor for Platypus Press. Recent and forthcoming publications include The Shallow Ends, Severine, Noble/Gas Qtrly, and others.
Also by Hannah Cohen:
Immaculate
grace is being pulled along the brick walls and never stopping
In my last relationship, I was a television
Resurrection
No walls, only windows
descending,
rot. The god
house without its priest.
Crows hold mass
in the roots.
A tribe of yellow flowers
crushed.
Trash blue containers drip
hornets, devoted
to morning.
The steeple a compass
broken
at its neck,
no higher answer to seek.
I used to drive by this dilapidated church every morning on my way to work. After decades of abandonment, it was finally being torn down; the land had been bought by a car dealership. Near the end, I could see the sunlight and trees through its foundation. Poetry has the power to immortalize the gone things, and this poem keeps that little no-name church standing in all its ruin.
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published monthly by Glass Poetry Press.
All contents © the author.
All contents © the author.
