Gabriel Glasgow

poetry

  • Thorned Vines and Blackberries

    The road not traveled often has the ripest blackberries. Just like the bike path behind Lomita, Where I scraped my knee. Even among the ripest berries some remain solemnly sour… From unrightful death, springs: Intersectional webs that bind our unprotected feet for forever, Wading through the tempered and ethereal sand. From the cruelly departed,  take…

    Gabriel Glasgow

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  • RED

    To you, blood spilt, is wine – Wine spilt upon the ever grasped goblet. Empty glasses break upon your closed fist, Cheers. You cheer praise, to Power. Our brothers and sisters across the dead sea See only… red. The aqua sea seems to be lost in the red. Red overtakes holy water. A droplet upon…

    Gabriel Glasgow

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  • The Mirror at the Bottom of the Bottle

    30 painful pennies, 3rd degree burns. 60 purified pennies, My stomach turns. 90 priority pennies, I begin to learn. 180 prestigious pennies, For one more I do yearn. 270 precious pennies, Hidden in the ferns. If granted a replied reprieve, The worm cocoons and weaves it loom. Born a sinner, die a heathen. Rough carpet…

    Gabriel Glasgow

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  • The Times When…

    You are a body; autonomous and self empowered. You are a mind; a powerful machine. You are both, and something else. You are also fertilizer; dead but never gone. You are wisdom; imparted during joyous life. You are both, and something in between. Your eyes perceive the world but the world also perceives you. Your…

    Gabriel Glasgow

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