My Spiral Galaxy by Howie Good

I’m searching for a woman who likes to laugh during sex, but her
address keeps changing. By the time I head back toward home, more
and more people are refusing to use a dictionary. Living things erupt
from the ground. It was Mencken, I think, who described God as the
night watchman at a zoo. A man peering through the fence seems to be
debating whether to go in or not. I see red, blue, and purple flame. The
notion that we’re made of material left from the Big Bang is just the kind
of complication that we professors adore.


Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of
the forthcoming poetry collection The Middle of Nowhere(Olivia Eden
Publishing). He co-edits White Knuckle Press with Dale Wisely.

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