Heartsick, by Howie Good

The evening light always
seems to me peculiarly sad.

My heart holds its hands
out toward the fire.

I visit the doctor,
afraid to upset the silence

following upon the collapse
of the great newspapers.

He decides to give me a shot.
He says it’s to numb me.

It doesn’t. Although spring,

I can see the system of roads
built to carry away the dead.

more on Howie…

Howie Good, a journalism professor at the State University
of New York at New Paltz, is the author of eight poetry
chapbooks. He has been nominated three times for a
Pushcart Prize and twice for the Best of the Net
anthology. His first full-length poetry book, Lovesick,
will be published this summer by The Poetry Press.

More about Howie on his blog: here

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