GLENN INGERSOLL - POEMS

Glenn Ingersoll works for the public library in Berkeley, California where he hosts Clearly Meant, a reading & interview series. He has two chapbooks, City Walks (broken boulder) and Fact (Avantacular). He keeps two blogs, LoveSettlement and Dare I Read. Recent work has appeared in The Opiate, Mannequin Haus, and Dodging the Rain.

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had enough of want some make
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​This doesn’t count as a letter.
You are an international sensation, even where nobody cares.
Across the road to the workers’ cabins the fires chase the cane spiders.
The serving platter’s hungers.
 
Sugar and its many incidentals.
Yes, he’s back. What made him go away?
She knelt on the rice scattered over the chapel steps.
We are giving you the award. It means a lot to us.
 
I stood by the river as it moved away.
Meaning is not the opposite of gentling.
You have a responsibility to your animal body.
When I turn out the light, I’ll see my thoughts and nothing more.
 

anything that ends
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​To push over the tree, place the forehead here and lean in.
The pictures of a mother over the eating fish.
I can’t believe you haven’t parked your car.
He must be young. His complaints have so little history.
 
Where are you going to do? What are you doing to go?
Mars will be closer at three than at twelve.
The cooking smells rebuild a new and broken hospital.
The roof pushes the stars farther to the side.
 
The body made an unusual decision here regarding hair.
The warriors brush their teeth with ragged wire.
A good idea? It was a peculiar example of the genre.
He came a long way to sit down next to me.