It’s the size
of a maybe
though colder
than even
never
the aftermath
of trampled
violets
a note found
on the bed
scented
and signed
love
a round-
headed pin
stuck in a map
of wherever
~ Howie Good
Howie Good, a journalism professor at the State University of New York at New Paltz, is the author of three poetry chapbooks,
Let’s disappear, Barbara,
in a giant whoosh of flame
and look back and laugh
at the scribble of our smoke trail.
For once, let’s not answer
the questions at the end of the chapter,
or even phone in to work,
but just climb the twisted ladder
of bones and shadows,
and if we must get somewhere,
let’s do it secretly
like your lost gold earring.
~ Howie […]
for Graham
They’ll ask if you have a thief’s heart,
a knife hidden in your boot,
something else you’d rather do.
I myself am bad at riddles,
but before you answer,
consider just how you’ll feel
when the towers begin to rise
and the sky turns impossible colors
from all the ash in the air.
~ Howie Good
Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New […]
