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5/30/2022

Poetry by Glenn Marchand

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            ​Christopher Sessums CC


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Phantom Mania Brains 
      
you  arose  unannounced.  like  pain  on  a  Sunday  morning,  a  church-house  in  pieces.
                                                         rawness! visceral rawness! a phantom in a person. we were
                                                         intimate.     you still linger.     i wonder about absence.    days
                                                         looking  for  you,  absorbed   by  pieces  of   you,  conversing
​                                                         damages at privies you left flying. others  watch  to sponge,
                                                         problems  are evaluated. no  one unless  privy  understands
                                                         empty skies. flowers are elegant, people are  suspicious, it’s
                                                         similar  to   something  criminal.  a  dear   complex,   a   rawer
                                                         emotion,  as asserting  what normality  looks like. you speak
                                                         in vibes like  silence, like  agonies. mere  quintessence, more
                                                         acquisition,  as  more  acquiescing. i  wrestle your offshoots,
                                                         your  incantations, your  analyses of  communion. by  more i
                                                         learn,  by  more  i  bury,  as  more suspicious  i become.  they
                                                         call it energy. by mind is by  heart as  both are consumed  by
                                                         it. an  unusual  woman, a different person, we  have  nothing
                                                         for  each  other. a  gifted  woman, an angel/monster woman,
                                                         as  appointed  to  be more  than a  woman. i would meander
                                                         inside,  searching   countryside,   sitting/leaping,  filled   with
                                                         pain.   a    person    becomes   intimate,    learns    balance,    a
                                                         semblance   thereof;   a  calm   sufferer,   smiling   like   grace,
                                                         you’re behind   my   eyes.  a   phantom,  pushing  boundaries,
                                                         with   each  visit   unlocking   divinity;  those  compartments,  
                                                         those     elusive     cabinets,     a     climate    subsumes.    most
                                                         extremeness  baffles  me.  i  call  it pure energy.  it  seems  to
                                                         have intelligence.  too  curious  to simmer,  too righteous  to
                                                         listen, its passing pain is palpable. 


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Glenn Marchand has an M.A. in Theology from Loyola Marymount University, and recently finished his requirements in the MFA Creative Writing program at Mount Saint Mary’s University. Marchand is an African American poet, focused on writing about existential truths, topics seeming apparent, or better, life’s aphorisms. Marchand believes in connectivity, a mystic universe, and the beauty in communicating through energy. Attached are a set of poems for consideration.  


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