GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby
“THE FOUNTAIN,” was found among the poet’s papers and may have been the beginning of a poem never written. It is included as a companion to the poem this week by Kathleen Roxby.
REFRACTIONS—a memoir by Kathleen Roxby
“WEEKEND CORNERS,” was written following a cruise through her childhood home town after having lived hundreds of miles away for several years. It is included this week for January 11, World No Longer New Year’s Day.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby
“JANUARY RAIN” is included this week for National Step In The Puddle And Splash Your Friends, January 11. The author wrote this poem originally as one in a series about the different types of rain.
AUTHOR NOTES
GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby
“THE INTERNAL CRY,” found among the poet’s papers, and is included this week for World Blue Monday, January 15.
REFRACTIONS—a poem by Robert Roxby
“HELPLESS”. The poet wrote this when his wife was in hospital having suffered a stroke which took her voice. It is included this week for World Blue Monday, January 15.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby
“WEATHERING WINTER,” like the other two poems this week, this one is included for January 15 World Blue Monday.
SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.
Guidelines for submission:
SPLINTERS FOR JANUARY 2024
JANUARY RAIN
gurgle, squeak, splutter
the metal strapped downspout thrums
January rain
#NationalStepInThePuddleAndSplashYourFriends
#January11
THE FOUNTAIN
Where the fountain plays
Upon the air, sun-caught drops
Dance a light-ballet
WEEKEND CORNERS
The drive through the my hometown steals the plaster and concrete of childhood leaving only a faint taste in the mind as brief and difficult to name as the scent of long dead fires blown on the wind miles from their source.
I recognize by name only the library downtown, and nearby the stores where my family used to shop, are now only a parking lot. The theater has become a grocery store, my ballet school a boarded-up no-name church.
I remember the person I was standing in the sun those long years ago. But only in the way I remember a character in a book I once read, the title of which I long ago forgot.
Most strange of all is this reverie of disappearing days from weekend corners briefly lit by summer’s light.
#January11
#WorldNoLongerNewYear’sDay
AUTHOR NOTES
GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby
“THE FOUNTAIN,” was found among the poet’s papers and may have been the beginning of a poem never written. It is included as a companion to the poem this week by Kathleen Roxby.
REFRACTIONS—a memoir by Kathleen Roxby
“WEEKEND CORNERS,” was written following a cruise through her childhood home town after having lived hundreds of miles away for several years. It is included this week for January 11, World No Longer New Year’s Day.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby
“JANUARY RAIN” is included this week for National Step In The Puddle And Splash Your Friends, January 11. The author wrote this poem originally as one in a series about the different types of rain.
SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.
Guidelines for submission:
SPLINTERS FOR JANUARY 2024
THE VIGIL
Death’s steel blade struck once upon the flint.
Eclipsed and hush-stilled, the universe watched
A single sparkler flung across the blue-black drape of night.
#Science-Fictionday