Howie Good The Osprey Coming out of the sun, it passes with steady, languid wingbeats over the marsh, clutching in its claws a fish that must be astonished to be flying. Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
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Howie Good “Accidentally Like a Martyr”
Howie Good Accidentally Like a Martyr I don’t pray and I don’t believe in ghosts, but sometimes it just happens – our eyes allow beautiful light to get in. Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
Read MoreHowie Good “The Rise and Fall of Rock Stars”
Howie Good The Rise and Fall of Rock Stars The night Elvis died on the toilet he was like a circus without wild animals. Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
Read MoreHowie Good “Woken by Worry”
Howie Good Woken by Worry There’s just enough light bleeding in through the window for me to see what isn’t there, a man in plastic sunglasses opening a black umbrella like some kind of signal for the dark to start shrieking. Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
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Howie Good Wind Song There’s so much going on here it’s always worth getting out of the car, and if you listen really quietly, you can hear the stream flowing and these people who survived by eating weeds and even talk proudly about it. Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
Read MoreHowie Good “An Unfortunate Juxtaposition”
Howie Good An Unfortunate Juxtaposition It’s heartbreaking and difficult to hear about, but beached whales attract sharks, and that’s when she called the cops, the three worst things you can do. Howie Good is still on the pavement, still thinking about the government.
Read MoreHowie Good “Overdose 2.0”
Howie Good Overdose 2.0 There are many places where a person can get lost and not even realize it until they are lost for good, but maybe you did find hints along the way, seeing things that weren’t there, the occasional escalator going up into a vagina, and if so, it would have been like […]
Read MoreHowie Good “To My Father, Who Asked What My Poems Mean”
Howie Good To My Father, Who Asked What My Poems Mean Little, very little, almost nothing in fact, just the blind howls of a barren woman giving birth to something unexplainable in a dark corner of the attic. One of Howie Good‘s latest books is Hitchhiking Through the Apocalypse (Grey Book Press).
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