Grief Is Love Made Homeless

by Howie Good

I was born shivering in a small Midwestern city named by French explorers for a now-extinct tribe. As I grew older, I was given platitudes to speak and warned not to mix up the words or mistake their meaning. Occasionally, the sky would brighten, but never for very long, and then people would cluster on street corners and in churches and under trees and highway bridges. Some would be crying, having just learned that being guilty was a part of life. This would happen again and again. It might have been more endurable if the dark wasn’t always so dark.

Howie Good is the author of The Death Row Shuffle, a poetry collection forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. Arabella Luna Friedland is a visual artist and writer based in New York City. She’s influenced by a childhood with cartoons, a classical education in anatomy and life drawing, and a firm belief that all art — is a portrait.

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