Marie Howe

Marie Howe and I went to college together in the early 70s. We both had long hair. Hers was brown, mine orange. She and her sister were affectionately called ‘the hags’. Marie was charming and fun and had an earthy sensuality. She was more open than me. Perhaps more conventional as well. I always remember how she would say ‘a egg’. It continues to bring a smile to my life. Over the years since then she has become a respected and accompished poet. In all the conversations we had back then I don’t think we ever talked about writing. Very odd.