Whit Howland

Whit Howland 8h

Scuffle

Flurry of cats
sonic boom
glass down
man down

next stool over

Life's slow--
then it's
fast

day
night,
jammed
into
nothing

Whit Howland 20h

Coney Island Jazz

Metal Parachute once
bloomed
now rusted

refuses

but the Ferris Wheel
still winks at clouds

like newspaper headlines
crazy

or maybe just
nonsensical

Whit Howland 20h

Blue Cat Lodge

Cat
no tail
walks

sideways
along the porch

black or blue

in this light it's
hard to tell

Whit Howland 21h

Itinerary

coffee brewed
smelled

bundled

newspapers
foreign tongue

a code
we need to break

Whit Howland 21h

Guitar

I threw my body
into you--

heart and soul
too

But you were someone
else's

gift

love,
just not mine

Whit Howland 21h

Moguls

hurling
sliding

with finesse
effortless

so it seems

all my life I've chased
watching

you swoosh and cut
a path

I wish was mine

Whit Howland 22h

Tug Boat

heavy
burden

weary

as the world
turns

with

progress—
slow

but steady

hopeful