Glass Poetry Press

Volume Six Issue One
Featured Theme: Rebirth

Sylvia Ashby


Do you have to be burnt to the ground to be born again, melted down and recast by Peer Gynt's button molder, cremated like a phoenix to rise from the ashes? Do you have to fly into fragments, shoot away, reeling toward a careless galaxy to recombine as a viable star from amorphous glowering dust? Why such tumalt, such catastrophe? Where's the simple remodeling; perhaps some painless plastic surgery, a few cosmetic changes? Why not a sensible spring cleaning with occasional trips to the musty attic or how about a rummage sale? Something less dramatic than a quake. Why does it have to register On the Richter scale? Must I be declared a disaster area?