Glass Poetry Press

Volume Six Issue One
Special Feature: The Poetry of Aurora House

Jessica Cousino


I see her wisdom like that of an old school teacher. Wrinkles that show many years of experience. Many years of sobriety and living. Beauty like a purple sunset. Her confidence makes her glow. Her hands withered after many years of washing dishes and cooking pot roasts and mashed potatoes. She holds her head up high. Her hair marked with silver and waves like that of ripples on a chip. But underneath it all, deep inside her interior lies a past. A past with dark secrets.