Glass Poetry Press

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Volume One Issue Two

Cover

Masthead

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

Allan Peterson

My Math

Two egrets and three gulls are five, ten with shadows, doubles of the night in daylight, plus two for the red hawks watching. This is my math, just as I was multiplied by the bear and her cubs crossing at Chama, by the swarm of winged ants and the warblers that came frenzied for them. If I wait for the fall migration, if I am my integer while being stalked by bacteria, I might calculate an uneasiness of earth, including the skink that hides in the dryer vent, a continent about to shift in its chair, but I am impatient, still counting deliberately on my fingers and stars.

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

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