One Sentence Poems

Howie Good The Killers Assassins and secret policemen, just following protocol, experiment on each other to relieve their boredom or queasiness, regularly say “Cool!” and “Awesome!” and “Got it!” while meaning something quite different, wear only dark clothing sewn by a half-dozen or so blind tailors, perpetuate the ancient notion that the wind can compose […]

Howie Good Two Poems from “Still Running” Writer’s Block Inside my head, there’s a great silence, a refrigerated, cellophane-wrapped rose. Tinnitus: A Love Song It’s something only I can hear and especially during those moments that get so quiet without you not a buzzing exactly or a hiss more like the screech of lab mice […]

Howie Good God Who?  Thin as a ghost, you checked out of this hotel at the end of the universe, leaving a note, written in black fire on white fire, where no one will find it. Howie Good has a thousand million questions about hate and death and war.

Howie Good Changing My Password I’m just switching a couple letters around, unsure about each, suspecting each, a shirtless man braving golf ball-sized hail. Howie Good is moving to another tower down the road.

Howie Good Spring 2017 Against the cynical background chatter of invisible birds, terribly thin branches tremble with buds, red sores on the tortured arms of a junkie. Howie Good is the author of The Loser’s Guide to Street Fighting, winner of the 2017 Lorien Prize from Thoughtcrime Press, and Dangerous Acts Starring Unstable Elements, winner […]

Howie Good Belated Elegy for a Tough Jew If it were now, you would’ve gone to the police, but there were no laws then, just this guy in a leather jacket, and when you wore that, nothing bad could happen to you.  Howie Good hears Hank Williams coughing all night long.

Howie Good The Poet in Winter Snow is blowing every which way, scraps of paper on each one of which another word I need has just been erased. Howie Good aims his hand in a soldier’s stance at the mongrel dogs who teach.

Howie Good Cake Decorating as Philosophy If you make a mistake, put a rose on it. Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.