[Source: The Phrontistery, a free online dictionary of obscure words.]
Extremely elderly Benedictine monk
Irrational predilection for performing surgery
Of, like or pertaining to lava
One who habitually enters many competitions
Local judge among miners
Provisional name for a plant whose flowers are unknown
Expression of joy among Arab women
Muscle by which the testicles are suspended
Government by superior firepower or by cannons
Part of a bullfighting arena where the bull makes his stand
Ancient syrupy medicine that is licked off a spoon
Doctrine that the wicked are utterly destroyed after death
I wish that my rapist would have just killed me.
At work I eat lunch alone in the bathroom.
I lie to my parents about where I go on Sunday mornings.
I cheat at cards with Grandma.
Every time I travel I bring an outfit for a funeral.
I want to watch the world burn, then save the people I love.
on my window
and an R
as if running
Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of three poetry chapbooks (Red Bird Chapbooks) and a forthcoming poetry collection The Middle of Nowhere (Olivia Eden Publishing). He co-edits White Knuckle Press with Dale Wisely. More importantly, he plays the ukulele. He is looking forward to getting a new one — his ninth — for his upcoming birthday.