Two Poems by Howie Good

End of Summer

You come in a leather flying helmet
& sun-flecked goggles

& scatter bricks,
cement dust, broken glass
&, for emphasis, craters,
because you can,

a negligible desert god
among the strawberry runners
& climbing roses.


Bodies In Motion

Think of me as your missing dog, your kitchen junk drawer, & I’ll think of you as the runaway truck lane, insouciant pie, why light blasts from our bedroom window, the noise so noisy the neighbors threaten to call the noise police. Don’t they know there’s no such thing? There’s only one law, the preposterous prehistoric law of gravity. Go ahead, disorganize my hardware, commit my body to the deep, the world needs our casual desecrations, it needs us to fly.


Author Bio:

Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of four poetry collections, most recently Dreamingin Red from Right Hand Pointing. He is also the author of numerous chapbooks, including The Devil’s Fuzzy Slippers from Flutter Press and Personal Myths from Writing Knights Press. He has two other chapbooks forthcoming, Fog Area from Dog on a Chain Press and The Death of Me from Pig Ear Press. In addition, he is editor of twenty20 journal and co-publisher of White Knuckle Press with Dale Wisely and co-editor of cur-ren-cy with Wisely and F. John Sharp.


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