Saturday, July 26, 2025

Home From the Cemetery By Howie Good


Yesterday was a difficult day. 

We buried my sister. 


Friends called her Stevie. 

Her name was Stephanie, 


and there was nothing 

Stephanie loved better 


probably than a townie bar 

with red leatherette booths 


and a worn pool table 

and a jukebox full of old 45’s. 


I’m 73 but feel a thousand. 

Weeds garnished the graves.






Howie Good is a professor emeritus at SUNY New Paltz whose poetry collections include The Dark and Akimbo, available from Sacred Parasite.



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