Lovesick

I reviewed Lovesick, the new collection of poetry from Howie Good for MotD. If you are not reading Howie Good, you should be.

A bit of the review:

Howie Good turns words into a reciprocating saw that can be worked through your gut. He has internalized the existential horror of existence and turned it outward. In the pages of Lovesick, Good alternates between the scalpel and the three pound hammer. He slices and smashes. These poems deal with terror, love, pain, loss, regret, politics; in short, all of the terrible things that life has to offer.

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