Tag Archives: Howie Good

Sleep Mode

Press enter to continue, the message on the screen said. I did. The computer couldn’t come out of sleep mode. Where were the ushers wearing white tops and black bottoms, and required to stay the entire performance? What wasn’t already … Continue reading

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The Smallest Things

I read the old notices on the bulletin board while being forced to wait. “Do you love music?” “The Bible has a way of making life clearer.” “Must leave your information with Lisa in the Math Dept. office.” “Free T-shirts … Continue reading

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Another Piece of Useless Advice

Ignore the passers-by and bystanders, the fill line when you pour, fictionalized accounts of the day Christ died. Ignore the possibility of a hard-on that lasts more than four hours. Ignore questions without obvious answers, the house with dead plants … Continue reading

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Why Writers Need the Semicolon

The light of this candle cups even the plainest of faces with tenderness Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of the full-length poetry collections Lovesick (Press Americana, 2009), Heart With a Dirty Windshield (BeWrite … Continue reading

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Sic Transit

If I lived in Washington, I’d be riding the Metro now, or if I were up in Boston, the cramped and dingy T. In New York even lovers travel underground. But here, though officially fall, one last sunflower flares, the … Continue reading

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The Chemistry of Crying

1 The paddywagon takes the innocent away. Such scenes of theft and murder! Police shoot first and yell “Throw up your hands” afterwards, while a face in the window just stares blankly. Tears can drown even the strongest swimmer. 2 … Continue reading

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Broken Faces

1 The wounded lay where they fell between the trench lines, unretrievable. It was the evening of the first day of three days of rain. “And for the lady?” the white-coated waiter asked. 2 When did “window” become another word … Continue reading

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