Concerto for the Left Hand by Howie Good
Are you sad? Do you feel bitter? Then decide to become someone else. Flee to the woods and live as a bandit or as a bee with pollen caught in its fur. What a story that’d make, a concerto for the left hand, if you could just escape from yourself – a little boy who was whammed on the side of the head, pulled from sleep and whammed with a fist, a belt, a hairbrush, none of the voices downstairs ever venturing to object, as though what was happening wasn’t really happening. A tornado of fire does exist, it does, despite the scant available light.
Howie Good is the author of more than a dozen poetry collections, including most recently Beautiful Decay from Another New Calligraphy and Fugitive Pieces from Right Hand Pointing Press.
Accompanying photo by Vincepal