Michael Howell : Writing

Our Seperate Returns

Our Seperate Returns

A Poem by Michael Howell


Our Separate Returns I’ve got a funny feeling asinking sensation that through the weeks, months, years and through all the places and ..
What Sells

What Sells

A Poem by Michael Howell


The only way I was ever going to get attention was if I shouted and jumped up and down of Oprah's couch because there's two things that sell in ..
In My Closet

In My Closet

A Poem by Michael Howell


There's a little glass bottle gathering dust on a shelf in my closet. The skeletons keep it hidden, mostly, and I'm confident I'm the only one ..
Alchemy

Alchemy

A Poem by Michael Howell


Dedicated to open mic's everywhere!
Comfort

Comfort

A Poem by Michael Howell


Depression is the hardest thing I've ever had to go through, but I saw the light at the end of the tunnel and I hope you all do to, in whatever challe..
Knock It Out of Me

Knock It Out of Me

A Poem by Michael Howell


Every day when I lived there on the beach, next to the pier, I would wake up at dawn and watch the sun sift through the fog of the ocean About..
A War

A War

A Poem by Michael Howell


You don't know true sorrow! he yelled Look at you White Rich Probably living with your Parents And you actually have the balls to tell me you c..
Connect

Connect

A Poem by Michael Howell


He was the only person working at the artwork factory that never talked, never smiled, never so much as acknowledged anyone existed, even himself ..
A Line and Watermark

A Line and Watermark

A Poem by Michael Howell


I will never become a master of apologizes Because a true master would never have to say I'm sorry again.
Beach Games

Beach Games

A Poem by Michael Howell


She giggled each time the water would rush over her sand castle and she would rush down the beach with her shovel trying to catch the sand that w..