It came as a surprise.
Everything pink had begun to yellow. The woman feeding a neighbor’s cats
sighed. Frank Sinatra, Dinah Washington, Sarah Vaughn. They were all there in
her sigh. This was someone who was trying to disappear. Evening and the bare
tree were mere props to tell a story. When she draped her clothes and then
herself on the branches, the witnesses scattered, and all because what couldn’t
be immediately understood wasn’t considered worth understanding. Most everyone agreed,
which made a tremendous noise.
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Howie Good’s latest poetry collection is Dark Specks in a Blue Sky from
Another New Calligraphy. He is recipient of the 2015 Press Americana
Prize for Poetry for his forthcoming collection Dangerous Acts Starring
Unstable Elements.
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