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THE FUTURE OF US
There’ll be cages of fireflies.
There’ll be cages of fireflies.
Darkness will be just
as much
a true color as red or white
or blue.
a true color as red or white
or blue.
Drunk college students
will crowd into the street
during the news
and then vanish again
when the game show resumes.
I will warm my hands
will crowd into the street
during the news
and then vanish again
when the game show resumes.
I will warm my hands
over a trash can fire,
staring up in consternation
at the grim parables
lavishly retold in stained glass.
staring up in consternation
at the grim parables
lavishly retold in stained glass.
THE
SCREAM
I want a clock without hands,
and someone to agree
that the moon looks
just like a frozen scream.
I want to find a tattoo
of a woman’s name
when I roll up my sleeve,
and for the millions
that regimes have murdered
to cross back over
on a bridge of bones.
I want to bang on a can
to spread the alarm.
I want a clock without hands,
and someone to agree
that the moon looks
just like a frozen scream.
I want to find a tattoo
of a woman’s name
when I roll up my sleeve,
and for the millions
that regimes have murdered
to cross back over
on a bridge of bones.
I want to bang on a can
to spread the alarm.
Bio:
Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of the new poetry collection, Dreaming in Red, from Right Hand Pointing. All proceeds from the sale of the book go to a crisis center, which you can read about here: https://sites.google.com/site/rhplanding/howie-good-dreaming-in-red. He is also the author of numerous chapbooks, including most recently 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.
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