Sample of JP Howard's poems published online
Raising Black Boys in a House of Love, Hyperallergic Magazine
Former U.S. Poet Laureate, Tracy K. Smith, selected JP Howard’s poem “praise poets and their pens” for The Slowdown Podcast. Listen as Smith reflects and reads JP’s poem on the podcast.
If This is My Last Poem, Split This Rock’s Virtual Open Mic
Exuberant Pink & A List Poem or Praise My Brooklyn Neighborhood During the Pandemic, Talking Writing Magazine, 10th Anniversary Issue
Tender ~ A Black Boy Song, Raising Mothers Literary Journal
Tanks Lullabies for Black Boy, Raising Mothers Literary Journal
Ghazal for Sugar Hill Secrets or Lullaby for Harlem, Anomaly Journal
praise poets and their pens, The Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day Series
mama this is how we meet each other, World Peace Magazine
night stand & sugar hill, a love note, in pieces, Mom Egg Review Vox Online
etheree for black women, Split This Rock's Poem of the Week
What to Say to a Friend Who Wants to Give Up, HIV Here and Now Project
We Beautiful Black Boys, The Feminist Wire
Ghazal: What Love Takes, Muzzle Magazine
Diva Doll, Nepantla: A Journal Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color
Interview with JP & two poems, Heart Break & summer night in greenwich village, Connotation Press
Ida Mae's Quilt & The Place Where Pulse Begins and Ends, Talking Writing Magazine
Reverse Garland Cinquain for Trayvon Martin, The Best American Poetry Blog
Who will write a love poem to our black boys? (In Memory of Avonte Oquendo & Myls Dobson), The Wide Shore: A Journal of Global Women's Poetry
Elegy for our Brown Boys (In Memory of Emmett Till and Trayvon Martin and for all of our brown boys) The Operating System, National Poetry Month essay & poem
praise poets and their pens* by JP Howard
dedicated to my 30/30 crew
praise daily poems in my inbox
how they make me laugh in one stanza,
then break my heart the next
praise how poets hold onto our first loves,
and scent of mama, now gone
praise how we nurture our child self,
gently wrap her around stanzas,
baby girl is resilient
praise our spunk and our sadness,
let our writing heal
at home, at work, in cafés, even in the ICU
praise how we hold our memories up to light,
gentle and cupped in palm of hands
praise our rough and sexy poems,
sometimes that’s all we need
fiyah in the sheets
praise bebop and jazz
how my foot taps when i
speak your poems out loud
praise power of music and mama
who played Nancy Wilson all night long,
crying behind a closed door.
praise how i wrote a new poem this week,
while my sick child laid on my lap,
because everyone needs to heal, especially mamas.
*Copyright © 2017 by JP Howard. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on September 13, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.
Ghazal: what love takes
by JP Howard
I’m sleeping as I write this; you’re standing over me crying
while Ella belts out: No, no they can’t take that away from me
If this is all I can get, your hand on my shoulder in the dream,
lips warm against my neck, I’ll take that
The alarm clock becomes enemy; I press snooze every few minutes,
search for you and finally press stop when I can’t take it any more
Please don’t mistake this for a love poem – I stopped writing those
damn things once you left; anyhow, that last poem I wrote: you wouldn’t take it
I call my mama and ask her how she lived all those decades
knowing her lover would never fully be hers and she said: chile, you just take it
Wake up! Rewind routine daily, tuck kids in, cook dinner work round the clock,
leave patience on the dining room table while making breakfast, and the kids take it
As I wake from the dream, your tears fall from my eyes and I ask myself:
J why do you complicate love? Why can’t you just take it?
Originally published in Muzzle Magazine.