Lustful Celebrations

    The Wildest Night of the New Moon   Detachment from Separation from One’s life like a window Not an eye gazing through The odd gap in the wall But the hole the gap the window itself With nothing there on either side No cross No reflection Nothing to reflect Like a portrait of …

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Howie Good: Ennui

  PROSTHETIC DREAMS   A bird I can’t identify by its red markings visits me, holding a playing card in its beak. I feel elated to finally be remembered. But when I grab for the card, the bird darts away. Come back, I yell, and the bird does. I realize then that its markings are …

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