Friday, July 18, 2008

One poem by Howard Good


THE LOVERS
by Howard Good

We’re that hole a drunk punched in the sheetrock,
the kind of platitudinous advice everyone gives,
but no one ever takes, just a couple of misfortune’s children
climbing through the squalor of noonday
who eat the wild berries that hang there in the heat
like drops of blood about to drip.


Author bio:

Howie Good, a journalism professor at the State University of New York at New Paltz, is the author of four poetry chapbooks, Death of the Frog Prince (2004) and Heartland (2007) from FootHills Publishing, Strangers & Angels (2007) from Scintillating Publications, and the forthcoming The News at 11 from Right Hand Pointing. His poems have appeared in numerous print and online journals. He has been nominated for the Best of the Web anthology and twice for a Pushcart Prize.

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