A Poem by Howie Good

TO A LITERARY SUICIDE

You go over the railing,
following the black thread

embedded in the map
you were given

back at the start,
the wings of bat-faced angels

slashing the clouds
now that you’re falling

and such light
as you can make out

suddenly like the first few
yellow leaves on a tree.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Howie Good Howie Good

Howie Good, a journalism professor at the State University of New York at New Paltz, is the author of 12 poetry chapbooks, including most recently My Heart Draws a Rough Map from The Blue Hour Press and Ghosts of Breath from Bedouin Books. He has been nominated four times for a Pushcart Prize and five times for the Best of the Net anthology. His first full-length book of poetry, Lovesick, was released in 2009 by Press Americana. He is co-editor of the online literary journal Left Hand Waving.

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