[09/24/25][POETRY]Something To Say
Two Poems by Ewen Glass
It took me more than three years to unlearn myself
to climb out of the malignant grooves in which I ran. Professional jealousy was surprisingly easy. Fuck em. Grandiose ideas of self-importance? Fuck me. Clearly, self-hatred was harder to ditch, but through a complex system of lights and odd eye-movements I rewired my brain. The birth of my kid was the sweaty bomb-disposal expert out of their depth. We cut the red wire together. No explosion. Only certainty of love. But beneath the jealousy and self-hatred, beyond even all that love, I was left with little but inanity. It took me more than three years to unlearn myself and all I've been left with is wondering aloud if Anthony Bourdain ever got the runs. It’s hard to imagine but logic says he must have.
Whenever Someone complains about electronics
like their computer has frozen
or the TV has begun updating itself
in the middle of a death documentary,
I like to say ‘ah, the hubris of gods.’
I don't know what it means but
I feel closer to my grandparents then;
they’d say things like ‘so there’ or
‘just right’ at seemingly random points.
It’s something to say, isn’t it?
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, HAD, Poetry Scotland and One Art. Bluesky/X/IG: @ewenglass