March 4-10, 2024: Poetry from Howie Good and Corey Mesler

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Howie Good

Howie Good’s new collection, Frowny Face, is a synergistic mix of prose poems and handmade collages from Redhawk Publications. His previous poetry collections have won a number of poetry awards, including the Press Americana Poetry Prize. He is a professor emeritus in the Digital Media and Journalism Department at SUNY New Paltz.

The following work is Copyright © 2024, and owned by Howie Good and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

The C Word

I’m a cancer survivor – for now, anyway. Every three months, I must have half a dozen tubes of blood drawn, and my chest scanned, to determine if any cancer cells have migrated, nomads in search of grass and water. With a practiced eye, the phlebotomist, a coolly efficient woman in a lab coat, has identified the best vein to use. She swabs the crook of my arm with an alcohol pad. “You’re going to feel a pinch,” she says. I stare straight ahead to avoid watching her insert the needle. Holiday decorations are still up on the wall, although Christmas is long over.

Corey Mesler

Corey Mesler has been published in numerous anthologies and journals including Poetry, Gargoyle, Five Points, Good Poems American Places, and New Stories from the South. He has published over 45 books of fiction and poetry. His newest novel, Cock-a-Hoop, is from Whiskey Tit. He also wrote the screenplay for We Go On, which won The Memphis Film Prize in 2017. With his wife he runs Burke’s Book Store (est. 1875) in Memphis.

The following work is Copyright © 2024, and owned by Corey Mesler and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

When Feeling Has Departed

“Feeling has departed—it occurs to me
this would make a fine headstone.”
………..–Louise Gluck

I may be a long way from dead.
Or death may be the
next stranger I meet on my travels
in the realm of the senses.
I have certainly lived long enough
and been happy enough
to feel just. I have my children,
my grandchildren, my wife,
my books. A life well-lived,
someone told me. So, in the end,
when all feeling departs, I
will raise my face to the sun and
say the prayers I was taught in
the schools of the restless and hopeful.