Stephen Howe, owner of Howe & Bassett, writes poems, prose and creates original crossword puzzles in his spare time. Click on the links below.

Stephen Howe, sees the world through the eyes of his son.

Best Lyrics — The first customer to identify all of them (without Google) will be sent a jar of Bio-Clean.

Poems by Stephen Howe:
9/10/06
College, week 1
The Rifle
Favorite Sports Poems by Others
Summer
Son In The Attic
Fall
Coat Tree
Heavy
Merlin

Beth & Rusty
This was written by my cousin about her sister, Beth & Rusty, my Best Man

Crossword Puzzles by Stephen Howe:
Everyone's Irish on St. Patricks Day
Time on my Hands

Best Lyrics
My son and I have been kicking them around.
First customer to correctly identify all of them (without Google) will be sent a jar of Bio-Clean.

Hello Darkness my old friend

He not busy bein' born is busy dyin'

Mama may have
Papa may have
but God bless the child that's got his own

And if California slides into the ocean
like the mystics & statistics say it will
I predict this hotel will be standing
until I pay my bill

Freedom's just another word for "nothin' left to lose".
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free

Yesterday don't matter if it's gone

Don't the sun look angry through the trees?
Don't the trees look like crucified thieves?

Don't go changin' to try to please me
you've never let me down before

Oh, I just don't know where to begin

There must be some kind of way out of here
said the joker to the thief

I was born in a crossfire hurricane

Hope I die before I get old

I survive on the breath you are finished with

How many times can a man turn his head
& pretend that he just doesn't see?

What we've heard is so disturbing, it takes time to settle in.
Our destination doesn't matter. This is it,,, life hereafter.

You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
keep me in your heart for a while

All that you touch & all that you see
is all your life will ever be

We can't return, we can only look behind from where we came
And go round and round and round in the circle game

These days I'll sit on cornerstones & count the time in quartertones
'til 10.
Please don't confront me with my failures. I'm aware of them.

I was dreaming when I wrote this

Beacuse you're mine, I walk the line

The words of prophets are written on the subway walls

The days slide by... should have done, should have done, we all sigh.

Moons & Junes & Ferris Wheels, the dizzy dancing way you feel
as every fairy tale comes real, I've looked at love that way