A Brief History of Life

Somewhere in the past,
both yours and mine—
maybe closer to the year of our birth,
or maybe closer to another century
or another age in history—
some mothers of our many mothers
were forced to do
what they did not want to do—
made to receive the seed of another—
the dark product of evolution
that ensured our species
would be fruitful and strong enough
to rise up – to touch enlightenment
and create, one day, a mandate
that women should have a say
over when or if they bear a child—
and we thought we saw a beautiful light
coming through the tunnel
but it was an army of men
carrying torches—
afraid women had grown too powerful
to control.


“Melancholy” by Edgar Degas, 1874

Freedom, Defiled

This is what I had to do.

Piercing this flag with a cross demonstrates the horror of what has happened to the freedom the flag represents.

The republican religious right-wing conservative Christian fascists have succeeded in removing the protected right to a safe and private abortion.

This is a result of democracy being subverted.

It started with the Republicans blocking Obama’s rightful nomination of Merrick Garland to the Supreme Court. This was political bullshit.

Then, Hillary Clinton won the popular vote by 2.9 million. But because of the antiquated electoral college system, Trump became president and filled 3 Supreme Court vacancies.

“We the people” are not being represented in the way we intended.

We didn’t vote for this.

We didn’t want this.

This is tyranny.

This is war.

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚

Oh you, dizzy with boredom,
I cannot complete you.
I can only fill one
of your myriad vacancies
with whatever it is
you do with your imagination
when you are alone
in the silence of possibility.
Best if you don’t come any closer
or I might find a reason
to wonder about your day
and how you fill it—
and then every question
would lead to an answer
you would try to make sound true.


“Sunlight on the Floor” by Vilhelm Hammershoi, 1901

Simple Math

we are only three quarters
of the way through,
and not really over–
like all the movies
where two people fall in love
and it looks like everything
will be okay
if not perfect
but some awful terrible truth
tears them apart
and as you’re watching it all unfold
as a spectator
you know exactly
what each of the lovers should
or shouldn’t do
but both of them think the other
is lost beyond hope
but if one of them
would simply do or say or show
one single vulnerability,
everything would correct
And I wonder if you and I might have
something like the rest of our lives
to love together
if one or both of us would realize
that our happy ending depends
on us not being apart.




DeMaris, 6-18-22

All My Love

My love died when we died
and it never grew back
for anyone
not even like a little weed
that might have sprung up
after a pleasant conversation
or a picnic
or an afternoon walk.
Nothing even close to a spark
was triggered
by shared laughter
or beauty
or nearness
or some common denominator
between me
and whoever has been trying
to step in line after you—
and once they believe
they’ve established a connection
I have to tell them
I am only a friend—
untouchable, unreachable
to everyone since you—
but I keep the part about you
always to myself.



You don’t know
I brought you flowers
orange and purple
their wire stems stuck
into a green brick
of Styrofoam
it wasn’t my idea
wanted me to arrange
the bouquet
for the anniversary
of your death
and even though I know
the flowers
are for him
to honor your life
I feel like he wouldn’t
forgive me
if I told him
I didn’t want to help
or spend money or time
on traditions
that wreck the environment
in such an artificial way
but I wanted you to know
that I love you
every day
from my location
and some people feel grief
that doesn’t demand
a display
so I’ll write you this poem
send it into the aether
that will gather us all
in particle form
one day
and we will swirl
through that massive
black hole
of oblivion

DeMaris Glazier

Everything Stays Inside

You open your mouth
and there it is
almost visible
almost audible
it will look
as if you’re about to speak
but all you can do
is breathe deeper
exhale the hope
that you will not scream



DeMaris Glazier


I hang on
to certain clothes
I bought just for you
to see me in
when we would go out
for fun
to lunch or dinner
or concerts or movies
and I can’t quite
take them off the hanger
when I’m searching
for something to wear
and I can’t bring myself
to take them down
lay them out on the bed
fold them into squares
that should be taken
to the thrift shop
because you might call
one of these days
to say hello
ask me
where I’d like to go.