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Best of Irish Poetry 2010
Editor: Matthew Sweeney
Songs of Earth and Light
Barbara Korun poems translated by Theo Dorgan
Done Dating DJs
by Jennifer Minniti-Shippey
Winner, 2008 Fool for Poetry Competition
Richesses: Francophone Songwriter Poets
Edited and translated by Aidan Hayes
Munster Literature Centre
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Stevie Howell is an Irish-Canadian writer & psychometrist. Their first collection of poetry, Sharps (Goose Lane, 2014), was a finalist for the Gerald Lampert Memorial Award. A second book is forthcoming from Penguin Random House Canada. Stevie’s poetry has appeared in The Best Canadian Poetry (2014 & 2015), Hazlitt, The Walrus, Eighteen Bridges, & Maisonneuve; in U.S. publications including Prelude & BOAAT; & in the Irish journals The Moth & Banshee. Stevie’s named after Wonder, not Nicks.
How soon is another day to go nowhere
Yr scrubbing a urinal at Arby’s.
You reek of fryer grease & Lysol.
You’ve become flammable. Bernard (mgr.)
is on yr case. You didn’t sweep the booths
to spec. Bernard has migrated his ass
between every shop on the block, spent
a decade unlocking & locking storefronts.
“Keyholder.” At Video Etc., he refused
to let you rent The Hotel New Hampshire,
delaying yr sexual dev’t by months. At 13
you need a job. You need money—what else.
Raw roast beef has a pudding texture.
Raw beef in an oversized IV bag takes 8 hrs.
Afraid to really look at it in case an eyeball’s
up against the plastic—longing, stuck,
a pantomiming Charlie Chaplin. Imagine
Morrissey knew what you’d become??
Bernard rides in on his 10-speed in spandex.
On his K-way jacket in Sharpie he’s written
“Another day to go nowhere.” Kinda nihilist
for a middle manager, you think, unaware
managers are the origin of nihilism.
Yr sister sees Bernard downtown Friday
nights flailing alone to How soon is now.
Rides west in his slogan & Shakespeare legs
locks his bike to rust, quakes for ~3 minutes.
The three-sink-method ablates yr fingerprints.
Reading’s been bumming you out. A family
of farmers—given a giraffe—what to do
with the creature—harness him to the plow.
All summer you allow a jingle to signal-jam
yr neurons. Bacon cheddar curly fries.
©2017 Stevie Howell
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