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.

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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

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

I was going to sleep downstairs in the room we still called The New Addition,

the wide bed the beat-up couch pulled out into
made me feel safe and glamorous under the dimmed yellow lights,
when my sister Beth came in quietly to telt me
she was going to the secret field to meet Rusty,

so that somebody would know in case anythying happened.
And I half waited for her in the dim dark,

and passed the hour she promised to be back in gazing through
the open New Addition doors to the pool-yard's moonlight and water,

almost sleeping when she walked in hours later, still shaking
from the snarling dog that had chased her bike down the wide and empty avenue...

Her warm weight pulled the bed off center when she sat to tell me,
-the scent of that summer night pressing in through the screen doors,

the crickets lightly shaking their salt,
& my sister, still terrified and radiant, just come from Rusty's kisses-
I remember thinking: This is Beth
knowing her face in the dimness so well, feeling proud of her beauty,

so brave to have gone that far alone for him.
How had she learned to love a boy like that. without irony or condescension