True Crime by Howie Good

Having trouble viewing this email? Not cool. Swallow three different kinds of pills in rapid succession and stay the fuck away. Sometime last night a princeling of darkness broke into the local cinema and slashed the screen and ransacked the candy counter. “What’s that?” a cop asked his partner on discovering where flies had deposited their eggs. “Oh,” the partner said, “probably a revolution.” The cop had been hoping it was the results of his most recent blood test. How lucky I am to live in a house full of books and, in-between turning pages, wipe spit-up from the baby’s chin!

Howie Good

Howie Good is the recipient of the 2015 Press Americana Prize for Poetry for his collection “Dangerous Acts Starring Unstable Elements”.


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