Stephanie Trenchard

Stephanie Trenchard is a nationally recognized artist whose narrative cast glass work in in many fine collections and museums. She runs a hot glass studio in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin as well as teaching her technique internationally. Her writing has been published in Dillydoun Review, The Closed Eye Open, upcoming in Black Fox Literary Journal, and The Write Launch. Her artwork is in many fine collections and museums and can be seen at popelkaglass.com.

“Summer Music, For my Father,” “Caught,” and “Color as Language”

The setting:
Notes in a measure of motion
with dissonant zinc-white daylight splashing
and dancing upon the path
as the horizon softens to a bluer hue, and vanishes

“Cycling,” “Utter,” and “Glass”

On the ride to work I try to remember; did I make my bed?
—Wonder if I love myself, wonder if I care about my children’s children
Wonder where every plastic bottle went—each one I have sucked from and sent
on its journey, perhaps to landfill, and What does that pile look like

“The Buzzer,” “On my bike,” and “Waiting at the Women’s Health Centre”

I almost fold your laundry, the numb air
of garments settling, the last breadth of the dryer,
call to me to care for your hot things

Marie Condo says to ask the clothes
how they should be folded
to listen to the fabric, go with the seams