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Tag Archives: Howie Good
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
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
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
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
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
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