My Brother Prepares Word Salad
by Ewen Glass

Voice of pepper and reason cuts through
why people get together, stay together.

Didn’t he mourn someone? I ask but
his lips close like that’s not relevant.


We loved sherbet flying saucers as kids,
cardboard melting in the mouth like bravado.

He’s alone now, will be alone; that might
just be easier to digest but when it all melts

I want to be sweet in talking at least, as he cuts
through why people get together, stay together,

addressing love in radish tones.


Ewen Glass (he/him) is a screenwriter and poet from Northern Ireland who lives with two dogs, a tortoise and a body of self-doubt; his poetry has appeared in the likes of Okay Donkey, Maudlin House, Burial Magazine, HAD and One Art Poetry. Bluesky/X/IG: @ewenglass