Recent Poetry Publications
- At June 16, 2018
- By Bob Howe
- In Blog Posts, News, Poetry
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Punch Drunk Press
“The Ghosts of Christmas”
The Loch Raven Review
“Untitled” and “Night and Fog”
Serving House Journal
“The Gather Inn”
she has been dancing forever
- At February 15, 2017
- By Bob Howe
- In Blog Posts, Fiction, News
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He stands on a January hilltop in Green-Wood Cemetery, chilled in a navy peacoat, and tries not to think too hard. She told him to meet her at the Marcoux family mausoleum, after 3 a.m. He waits motionless in the frigid night, with a long patience cultivated in Rockaway lifeguard chairs.
Emil Marcoux, the family patriarch interred within, had been mauled to death by a circus lion in Bernardsville, New Jersey, in 1927. Witnesses told the Somerset County Bugle that the lion had bounded up nine rows from the ring, directly at Marcoux Père, who shouted “Karl Friedrich May!” at the moment of his death. Rather more recently, someone painted, “Visit Mordor before Mordor visits you,” in heavy black Gothic letters on the mausoleum’s chalky side.
Read the full story at The Flatbush Review
The Midnight Country
- At January 17, 2016
- By Bob Howe
- In Blog Posts, Poetry
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Like most faults
it starts small,
the Hudson Canyon,
front porch of the eponymous
delta, drowned
when the glaciers receded.
It runs away
from the shallow pubic triangle
of New York and New Jersey;
Babylon’s great whore,
inseminated with the runoff
of four hundred years
of mercantilism.
At bottom a toxic, aphotic hell
where methane pits leak
ten thousand feet
under the waves, and under pressure,
a bare degree above freezing.
There exists
a permanent snowstorm
of mercury and lead, PCBs, chlorine,
nitrates, phosphates, and petrochemicals, mixed
with the decomposing cells
of every living thing,
falling gently in midnight drifts
as exotic and deadly
as the moons of Jupiter.
Citizens of the republic
of light and air
need rarely consider
our effluential issue;
for the pretty waves, the pretty waves
that never stir the midnight country.