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Ewen Glass
07/22/2026
Darragh works in Booze Bargainz and his lack of interest
feels almost political.
His eyes light up, however, when someone brings an elaborate double-bodied bottle to the till. Coffee Liqueur. He runs a finger over its shoulders and seems younger than his, what, eighteen years? These are his toys. He IDs me. When I say I'm forty he shrugs and I pour myself onto Ryland Road, considering the shape of his future, considering mine. Cheeks jolly with broken capillaries, a bag of toys in hand, I wonder if Darragh's been a good boy this year.
I Hate the Game and the Player
I hate the equipment,
the necessary uniforms.
I hate the rules and
all that's allowed.
I hate the outrage
and the alternative.
I hate those who don't play,
like that’s a virtue.
I hate the mascots.
Obviously.
I hate having scores.
I need scores.
I hate this unending season.
All the Ways to Love Yourself
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, Abridged, HAD, Poetry Scotland and One Art Poetry. Bluesky/X/IG: @ewenglass
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