Howie Good
Wintry Mix
A pair of cardinals—
daubs of red
conspicuously applied
to a corpse
Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
All posts by Dale Wisely
Howie Good
Snow Day
Small white envelopes
blowing all about,
some torn open
and already empty,
but others with invitations
to a children’s party
forever sealed inside.
Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
Howie Good
Caution! Poet at Work
I have spent many an hour
looking out my back door,
waiting for something to happen,
but nothing that would ever
be considered a police matter,
nothing even faintly criminal,
just for the best words to appear
like pigeons strutting into view
wearing tiny cowboy hats.
Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
Shloka Shankar
Logorrhea
I just want
to talk quickly,
pressing
bullets into
if, maybe, stupid.
An erasure from p. 32 of The Graduation by Christopher Pike.
Shloka Shankar , a poet and visual artist from Bangalore, India, enjoys discovering her voice in found texts and manipulating the source when she isn’t editing Sonic Boom and its imprint, Yavanika Press.
Shloka Shankar
If you listen
Tonight,
a poem will
inadvertently
plop down
on a back page.
An erasure from p. 16 of The Graduation by Christopher Pike.
Shloka Shankar , a poet and visual artist from Bangalore, India, enjoys discovering her voice in found texts and manipulating the source when she isn’t editing Sonic Boom and its imprint, Yavanika Press.
John L. Stanizzi
POND
8.2.19
7.44 a.m.
59 degrees
Puzzling how one morning the air is packed with the industry of birds who
obsess over the feeders, and other morning’s comprise the limited
nomenclature of a single cardinal, and way off into the hills, Munson,
detailed as a simple tree line, allows the occasional car light to pass through the trees like a star.
John L. Stanizzi is author of the collections Ecstasy Among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, Dance Against the Wall, After the Bell, Hallelujah Time!, High Tide – Ebb Tide, Four Bits, Chants, and Sundowning, and besides One Sentence Poems, he has been widely published.
John L. Stanizzi
POND
7.29.19
8.16 a.m.
76 degrees
Pity is the shade of this morning’s heat,
offended by my fleshy obstinance, and the non-
negotiable parching of the pond bed,
distinction of desolation and withering water.
John L. Stanizzi is author of the collections , Ecstasy Among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, Dance Against the Wall, After the Bell, Hallelujah Time!, High Tide – Ebb Tide, Four Bits, Chants, and Sundowning, and besides One Sentence Poems, he has been widely published.
John L. Stanizzi
POND
7.28.19
3.38 p.m.
84 degrees
Painting the banks brown, the pond has been strangled,
obloquy of nature, stripping away water like memories lost,
neighbors concerned as the arid afternoon rises, and young frogs
drowse on the dirt banks that two days ago were underwater.
John L. Stanizzi is author of the collections Ecstasy Among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, Dance Against the Wall, After the Bell, Hallelujah Time!, High Tide – Ebb Tide, Four Bits, Chants, and Sundowning, and besides One Sentence Poems, he has been widely published.