Adore this poem by @emmaharding.bsky.social that I stumbled across in @badlilies.bsky.social ( 🔗 to full poem below )
So happy to be in @trampset.bsky.social’s long awaited new issue, especially as I’m alongside so many writers whose work I love. 🔗 for The Beck and Boy below Also, this is the rl beck
Our 1st issue back after break is 🔥. Featuring @mitchkates.bsky.social @ewenglass.bsky.social Ben Starr @emilyrinkema.bsky.social Jason Davidson, Claire Lee, Pravin Vemuri, Lorrie Ness @thaddevassie.bsky.social & @sarpsozdinler.bsky.social! www.trampset.org
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I have some work up at Serious Lit if you fancy a look noworriesifnot 🔗 ⬇️
Writing’s a lot like selling a mirror online; no matter how you do it, there you are. Three Poems by @ewenglass.bsky.social www.bruisermag.com/Glass_ThreePoems2
Really liked Abbie Hart's poem today on @alexandranaughton.bsky.social's Be About It beaboutitpress.substack.com/p/san-antoni...
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a new poem by Abbie Hart
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One of the best days was when I was awarded full membership of BAFTA. I get a little taste of that feeling with every annual membership card 😊
1st issue in a very long time arrives July 31st. Featuring @mitchellny.com @ewenglass.bsky.social Ben Starr, @emilyrinkema.bsky.social Jason Davidson, Claire Lee, Pravin Vemuri, Lorri Ness, @thaddevassie.bsky.social & @sarpsozdinler.bsky.social. It feels so good to be back!
How do you make an Evil Dead film boring? Feels like one note played over and over and over again.
I’ll level with you: this one never found a home but I still like it so thought I’d post it 😊 🐀 🥐
Somehow completely missed this coming out in April in @bloominonionlit.bsky.social (by the way, check out their BoTN nominated work!) This is a wee one from me called 'I RatTle whEn I moVe'
Sending out my bleakest packet yet but I feel it represents some of my best work so kind of hyped (if you forgive me such a word)
Grateful to be in @sabrtoothtiger.bsky.social issue 2. Lots of great work from people I admire. Available now over there in paper and digital ♟️
Christian Kracht’s AIR was altogether original (speculative elements, the lot!) A Month in the Country I found tender, witty & quietly subversive (this cover does it no favours!) Daisy Miller was fun but didn’t love how she was punished for being a, what, manic pixie dream girl?
Having missed the last three calls I’m more determined than ever to have a HAD summer ☀️ 💀
Thrilled to get my hands on an advance copy of Cat Balaq’s new book from @vpresslit.bsky.social. Some collections sing, this one dances. Vital, dark and ultimately life-affirming, it's out 3rd July.
So happy to have this one up at B O D Y. It’d be swell if you took a look www.bodyliterature.com/2026/06/16/e...
B O D Y | A new poem by Ewen Glass
EWEN GLASS is a screenwriter and poet from Northern Ireland. His poetry has appeared in Okay Donkey, HAD, Poetry Scotland and One Art Poetry.
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Googling 'is a patchy beard okay?' feels antithetical to the carefree images a beard connotes yet HERE I AM
The Quinn Brothers (aged 9, 10 and 11) died when their house was firebombed by UV F in 1998, in my hometown of Ballymoney, Northern Ireland. Thanks to @scrivener1980.bsky.social for publishing.
Been on something of a short novel/novella kick so thought I’d share what I’ve been reading and (mostly) enjoying!
POEM 338: "A Single Sign in Three Parts" by Ewen Glass (@ewenglass.bsky.social) "echoes feel hard won; we celebrate disappearing, ask what if something lives at the bottom?" stonecirclereview.com/a-single-sign/ #Poem #Poetry #NewPoem #PoetryCommunity
Something a wee bit different from me for #smallpoemsunday convened by @tomsnarsky.bsky.social - this is a poem in the Ulster-Scots register (I *think* it’s comprehensible!)
I really like JMWW so I'm thrilled to have a new one with them. Check it out (if you'd like).
Poetry: Arcade by Ewen Glass We thought in moments, gilded capture of spike and trough, naked as insides.
Thanks everyone for your kindness. This a wee poem I wrote about her a while back. Feels apt ❤️ (loading less maudlin material now)
Winter has left us unexpectedly and far too soon. We loved her.