Whit Howland

Whit Howland Aug 14

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 Aug 13

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 Aug 13

Blue Cat Lodge

Cat
no tail
walks

sideways
along the porch

black or blue

in this light it's
hard to tell

Whit Howland Aug 13

Itinerary

coffee brewed
smelled

bundled

newspapers
foreign tongue

a code
we need to break

Whit Howland Aug 13

Guitar

I threw my body
into you--

heart and soul
too

But you were someone
else's

gift

love,
just not mine

Whit Howland Aug 13

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 Aug 13

Tug Boat

heavy
burden

weary

as the world
turns

with

progress—
slow

but steady

hopeful