About Gary Glauber
Books by Gary Glauber
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The Guru of Going Places — fiction
If you arrive where you need to be, does it matter which train you board?
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Napoleonic Code — poem unrhymed
Gary Glauber is a poet, fiction writer, teacher, and former music journalist. His works have received multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominations. He champions the underdog to the melodic rhythms of obscure power pop. His two collections, Small Consolations (Aldrich Press) and Worth the Candle (Five Oaks Press), and a chapbook, Memory Marries Desire (Finishing Line Press), are available through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and directly from the publishers.
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Evening Broadcast — poem unrhymed
"...from press release to catcher's mitt..."
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On the Beach 1838 — poem unrhymed
"...Tomorrow the distant castle's shadow will be gone..."
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The Fine Print — poem unrhymed
"...But no one else deserves serenity that eludes her..."
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Brunch — poem unrhymed
"...Every word illuminated<br /> with a parent's pride..."
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Reinventing Original Sin — poem unrhymed
"...winds of past trauma rap at the window..."
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Paying Respects — poem unrhymed
"...the sound of my footsteps in the morning..."
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Retribution — poem unrhymed
"...Pay attention now or the cost drives up further..."
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Retrospective — poem unrhymed
"...silent valentine for what no longer exists..."
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Barriers When Taste Breaks Sound — poem unrhymed
"...if no one ever hears them, do the screams even count?"
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My Turn — poem unrhymed
Gary Glauber is a poet, fiction writer, teacher, and former music journalist. His works have received multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominations.
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Modern Rage — poem unrhymed
"...Fear is not entertainment, it's big business of another sort..."
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Through My Neighbor's Window — poem unrhymed
"...riding out pain like rodeo upstart..."
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Downhill Racing — poem unrhymed
"...The gradual engagement of entropy gains traction over time..."
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Final at Bat — poem unrhymed
"...the promise of a cup of coffee in the bigs...."
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Retro Portrait: Local Style — poem unrhymed
"...called to service toward mastery of desired style..."
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Berth — poem unrhymed
"...Alarms sound, the gates fall..."
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Game with No Shot Clock — poem unrhymed
"...we find ourselves down court, driving hard against logic..."
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Pioneer Days — poem unrhymed
"...exotic differences that found their way into my consciousness..."