Malcolm Glass

Over the past seventy years, Malcolm Glass has published sixteen books of poetry and non-fiction. His poetry, plays, and short stories have appeared in many literary journals, including “Poetry,” “The Sewanee Review,” “The Waterwheel Review,” ”Prairie Schooner,” and “The Write Launch.” In 2018, Finishing Line Press published his chapbook of poems, "Mirrors, Myths, and Dreams" and in 2024 they released his triple-genre collection of poems, stories, and plays, "Her Infinite Variety."

“What Stays,” “Elfie’s Other Life,” and “Crow‘s Message”

This morning I woke to slow rain,
and remembered waking with you
sprawled across my bed in a toccata
of bones muscles skin and breath.

Perfection

Gwen and I looked up at the crystal doors we approached. They must have been twenty feet high and twelve wide, and emblazoned across them, the letters IT in that famous logo. Without a whisper, the doors opened. That’s not the right word. They simply vanished.

Issue 86, August 2024

“The Handkerchief,” “Elfie Cooks Oatmeal,” and “Ascension”

My mother’s white handkerchief
lies on my hand, the corners
embroidered with small flowers,
pink, blue, white. I unfold it
and find the yellow feather,
where I put it eighty years ago.

Issue 83, May 2024

Final Conflict

Sand ground into my shoulder blades. Scratch scratch on aluminum. I opened my eyes to a sky white on white. I blinked. Blue clouds with yellow edges. Against the hull of the canoe, lake water rocked and licked.

Issue 81, March 2024

“Sleeping,” “Elfie and My Mug,” and “The Land II”

I think I’m sleeping, night long, more than I think,
And days blur like leaves in a pitch-long fall,
while clocks run on with numbers that always blink,

then flicker backwards. I close my eyes and sink
to dreams…

Issue 78, October 2023

Lavender, Frankincense, and Amber

Elinor listened to the comforting sound of the car door latch sealing her in. Carpenter’s tools hung neatly arranged along the side wall, and shelves beside her held plastic bins marked “Robert’s Trophies.” His clay-clogged boots sat at the foot of the steps leading to the kitchen.

Issue 74, June 2023

“oh physics,” “Messages,” and “Elfie’s Quantum Thoughts”

oh physics
of warped gluons in the matrix chromosomes
molding children with necks and knees

disjoint and attenuate physics of the transport
of chlorophyll far more certain
than law or reason

and the stopped blood of embryos

Issue 67, November 2022

Listening

The car swayed gently through easy curves as the car slid south down the two-lane highway. The engine whispered, even at seventy-five miles an hour. David glanced at the map on the passenger seat, but he knew by heart where he was going. He pressed Play on the CD player sitting on the seat, and the Brahms Third Violin Sonata swam through the still air.

Issue 62, June 2022

“Journey’s End,” “At the Breakfast Table” and “Ode to the Waltz”

The old canoe rests on the sand
at lake’s edge, its stern still
in the water. How many

strokes of the paddle wore away
the varnish on the gunwales?
Many. So many. And years

of sunlight and rain. Years
of snow and wind.

Issue 58, February 2022

Malcolm Glass

Over the past seventy years, Malcolm Glass has published sixteen books of poetry and non-fiction. His poetry, plays, and short stories have appeared in many literary journals, including “Poetry,” “The Sewanee Review,” “The Waterwheel Review,” ”Prairie Schooner,” and “The Write Launch.” In 2018, Finishing Line Press published his chapbook of poems, "Mirrors, Myths, and Dreams" and in 2024 they released his triple-genre collection of poems, stories, and plays, "Her Infinite Variety."

“What Stays,” “Elfie’s Other Life,” and “Crow‘s Message”

This morning I woke to slow rain,
and remembered waking with you
sprawled across my bed in a toccata
of bones muscles skin and breath.

Perfection

Gwen and I looked up at the crystal doors we approached. They must have been twenty feet high and twelve wide, and emblazoned across them, the letters IT in that famous logo. Without a whisper, the doors opened. That’s not the right word. They simply vanished.

Issue 86, August 2024

“The Handkerchief,” “Elfie Cooks Oatmeal,” and “Ascension”

My mother’s white handkerchief
lies on my hand, the corners
embroidered with small flowers,
pink, blue, white. I unfold it
and find the yellow feather,
where I put it eighty years ago.

Issue 83, May 2024

Final Conflict

Sand ground into my shoulder blades. Scratch scratch on aluminum. I opened my eyes to a sky white on white. I blinked. Blue clouds with yellow edges. Against the hull of the canoe, lake water rocked and licked.

Issue 81, March 2024

“Sleeping,” “Elfie and My Mug,” and “The Land II”

I think I’m sleeping, night long, more than I think,
And days blur like leaves in a pitch-long fall,
while clocks run on with numbers that always blink,

then flicker backwards. I close my eyes and sink
to dreams…

Issue 78, October 2023

Lavender, Frankincense, and Amber

Elinor listened to the comforting sound of the car door latch sealing her in. Carpenter’s tools hung neatly arranged along the side wall, and shelves beside her held plastic bins marked “Robert’s Trophies.” His clay-clogged boots sat at the foot of the steps leading to the kitchen.

Issue 74, June 2023

“oh physics,” “Messages,” and “Elfie’s Quantum Thoughts”

oh physics
of warped gluons in the matrix chromosomes
molding children with necks and knees

disjoint and attenuate physics of the transport
of chlorophyll far more certain
than law or reason

and the stopped blood of embryos

Issue 67, November 2022

Listening

The car swayed gently through easy curves as the car slid south down the two-lane highway. The engine whispered, even at seventy-five miles an hour. David glanced at the map on the passenger seat, but he knew by heart where he was going. He pressed Play on the CD player sitting on the seat, and the Brahms Third Violin Sonata swam through the still air.

Issue 62, June 2022

“Journey’s End,” “At the Breakfast Table” and “Ode to the Waltz”

The old canoe rests on the sand
at lake’s edge, its stern still
in the water. How many

strokes of the paddle wore away
the varnish on the gunwales?
Many. So many. And years

of sunlight and rain. Years
of snow and wind.

Issue 58, February 2022

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