Glenn Moss
New York Sounds
Midwestern flat, sway of prairie grass, priapic corn If you are willing to walk alone and listen Southern curve, inviting you to a swing on a porch Desert direct in the eye and mouth, no waste or shade Korean consonants cutting melons at the fruit stand Romance vowels holding slices like babies Ambition is Spring rain and December deep Deal makers, word crafters Emigrants to an island crowded with flesh and steel Heat and pressure co-sign a lease The alchemy of one more tomorrow A taxi door slams, heads turn to see the strut The guy with the nose ring laughs at his phone A better offer is on hold If your story is good enough Someone will hear it Even through a mask |
Glenn is a media lawyer and has been writing poetry and stories since high school. At college, Glenn wrote a play for a course in Jacobean Literature, and at Law School, Glenn wrote a play for a course in Jurisprudence. Returning to NYC, Glenn writes poetry and stories amidst contracts and business plans. Each area of writing enriches the other, with contracts benefiting from a bit of poetic dance.