Gary Glauber

 

In Philippa’s Hands

 

Bring your soul to the eye of the fire,

that was her invitation

full of danger and promise and conviction.

She was intense, dramatic,

imagining herself twisted on rocky shoals,

burning the ships that carry the gold,

changing the world with her forced relevance.

My soul is smoking, she assured me,

and the hatred of the ignorant seeks to destroy it.

Her language tires me after a time,

and I close my eyes, inhaling the vague scent

of yesterday’s opium and medicinal weed,

and try to accept her perpetual state of siege.

This requires work, I know, and as I attempt

to make this relationship viable,

I again hear in my mind’s ear

the echoes of her familiar treatise

on the impending zombie apocalypse.

Gary Glauber is a poet, fiction writer, and teacher, living in Bedford, New York. This April he took part in Found Poetry Review’s PoMoSco project. Recent poems are published or forthcoming in Blue Heron Review, Crab Fat Literary Magazine, Pilgrimage Magazine, West Trade Review, Silver Birch Press, Blast Furnace, Calliope Magazine, The Bookends Review, Typoetic.us, The Legendary, Xanadu, and Think Journal. He is a champion of the underdog, who often composes to an obscure power pop soundtrack. His first collection, Small Consolations, is due out in Summer 2015 from The Aldrich Press. A chapbook entitled Memory Marries Desire (Finishing Line Press) will be available this fall.  

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