Glass: A Journal of Poetry
publishes reviews and interviews on a rolling basis.
is interested in reviews of poetry books, chapbooks and anthologies, with a preference for small and micro press publications and for works written by underprivileged voices. Reviews should generally be around 500 to 1,000 words (though we will make exceptions for strong pieces that fall outside of these parameters) and should represent a deep engagement with the text.
Please send unsolicited, completed reviews as a .doc or .docx file to the Glass Reviews Editor, Stephanie Kaylor:email@example.com
In addition to reviews of works published within the past 12 months, Glass
is interested in reviews for our #tbt series that highlights small and micro press publications from 5+ years ago. Submissions for this series should be indicated as such in the cover letter.
Reviews queries should be addressed to the Glass Reviews Editor, Stephanie Kaylor: firstname.lastname@example.org
Note from Reviews Editor, Stephanie Kaylor:
Thanks so much for your interest in a review! To see reviews we've previously published, check out our archives page
Reviews are usually 500-1000 words, but anything above 400 is fine for us. Get as creative as you want; it can be a formal review, a poetic response, whatever you think is best. We aren't on a tight schedule, but reviews completed in a month or so upon you receiving the book would be great (I say that knowing things happen, and plan on 2 months).
Print books available:
Only More So
by Millicent Borges Accardi
Seed by Joanna Walsh, 2017.
Beautifully illustrated digital book designed for phones/tablets (but accessible on computers). A teenage girl's 1980's coming of age story.
See any you're interested in from Hyacinth Girl Press
? They're badass. Let me know and any of them can be sent to you as an e-book.
She May Be A Saint
by Sarah Nichols, Hermeneutic Chaos Press, 2016. 23 pages.
"I remember / Pain. // Old ground, / Moving and rubbing, // A hotel of / Relapse."
Have archive fever? Want to bring back the poetry of yester-year? For this series we're throwing it back to poetry from 2012 or earlier — pieces that may have been forgotten with time, or simply warrant another shoutout. Reviews on any collections you want to highlight are always welcome, though we favor works from the small presses or authors outside of the cannon over, say, a take on Walt Whitman. We'd also be happy to mail you any of these titles for a #TBT review:
Distilled! and a Northern Elegy
by Kenyatta JP Garcia, Scintilla Conscire Press, 2011.
"The Scintilla Conscire is the spark of conscious(ness). This idea is in direct opposition to the stream of consciousness. Sometimes a line comes and that is it and at other times a stanza. So, after a few years of fragments and half-begun poems, it became my process to connect the sparks as movements of a larger poem or let the sparks remain as a flash all alone to become a short poem. It happened that some of these scintillas put together came to resemble a flame and others were merely a spastic bit of poetry. Both were fine for awhile until it was time to revise. Then I started seeing redundancies and inessential words even in these small pieces."
by Amy Bartlett, Persea Books 1985.
"He wraps each misfortune / around himself, and holds it against me, / while thoughts of his past / turn on their own above our bed."
Believe it or not
by Jean Monahan, Orchises Press 1999.
"Praise for my pink madonna. / The spouts on her milk-mountain / taste like cotton. She is an abalone / shell turned inside-out, a bristly / blanket."
by Julie Hanson, University of Iowa Press 2012.
"Sometimes I tell my husband things completely without thinking / as if the items in my day were dishes rinsed and slipped into the washer after lunch / and forgotten for all afternoon as they cycle through sani-wash and rinse and dry"
A Question of Blue Tulips
by Nadine Brummer, Shoestring Press 1999.
"Head, hands, genitals and feet / are main events — he does them well. / Excess between is fleshed, like meat."
Dreams like Heretics
by Alison Fell, Serpent's Tail 1997.
"I live in the noise / of idiot anthems, / in the dark below the self / where the faithful / cross their fingers"
Letters from Maine
by May Sarton, W. W. Norton & Company 1984.
"Who has spoken of the unicorn in old age? / She who was hunted for her strangeness, / Androgynous, fleeing her pursuers, hopeful"