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

Summer
By Stephen Howe

Summer starts again when the boat
motor coughs blue
& startles the seagulls
scavengers who return every year
to pick at our discards &
squawk at our memories.

I visit the spot, secret
no more than a heartbeat from home
& look for him among the tangle
of weeds & other living things.
He was alive in the water,
forever meant to be here with me.

My head swivels convulsively,
remembering our wariness for the Coast Guard,
& my last encounter with them. I squint & wave at
my neighbor, fussing with a Northern Pike.
Droplets of fish blood have stained
his farmer overalls & needle-nose pliers
glint from every pocket.

We're travelling now, fast as
the clouds that litter
the vast blueness reflected
in the embracing bay.
I can see him now,

the rush of wind providing
an image frozen of his blond-framed features.
His face is too small for his smile.
I'm almost there, & I inhale
the warmth of my last summer.
For a moment, it escapes me, were his eyes blue?