Poetry: Howard Algeo


Don’t count down in cadence

Or set your memories on a hinge

Gardens are gardens

Because flowers like to congregate

And arms don’t really envelop you

It’s really a striation

A mechanical bliss

I should have told you this sooner

But I just recently realized

The universe is perfect

Despite your sucker punch sundae

With all those toppings

All rights reserved to Howard Algeo.

*Editor's Note: Yes, this is the father-in-law of our editorial director, Courtney Algeo. For Howard's submissions, we sought assistance from an impartial judge by way of submitting a blind grouping of poems to poet Matt Mauch. He deemed Howard's poetry fit for Paper Darts publication, and selected this one to go online.

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