Future Howl presents a masterclass of the long poem as a work on relentless cusp—every page anticipating tomorrow, then tomorrow, then tomorrow. —Jamie Kitts, Miramichi Reader
by Sue Goyette
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Winner of the 2026 J.M. Abraham Atlantic Poetry Award
Sue Goyette’s poem Future Howl plots a fulsome radius of the experience of trauma and survival, one that encompasses much about living in the aftermath that skirts straightforward description and yet works in the frequency of courage and joy. Propelled by Goyette’s declarative voice, sense of humour and side-slipping imagery, each page of the poem is “a microdose of ars poetica” infused with intertextual and transformative guidance from the painter Bob Ross, the live-cam company of a pair of endangered red wolves, and a private-to-public reckoning that is grounded in this singular time.
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“Oh my god, this is a perfect book.” These were the words I said to my friend as we were sitting in a common area, working and reading silently together in rare, quiet company. I’d just finished reading Sue Goyette’s Future Howl. It’s been about a month since then, and I have not changed my mind. Future Howl is everything we’re holding in: our personal trauma, nostalgia and recovery, bearing witness to global atrocity, and every wish for the good and decent.
—Jamie Kitts, Miramichi Reader
Future Howl is a stunning meditation on trauma—both familial, and societal. Goyette’s collection transitions gracefully from one dichotomy to the next. Private agonies bleed into public denials while families can be as bloodthirsty as wolves. Natural scenes become escapist fantasy as the animal world viewed through a computer monitor is infinitely more comforting than the realities of genocide and climate change. After all, it is far easier to project human social dynamics onto the behaviours of animals than it is to interrogate the animosity embedded in human societies. Goyette boldly places humanity at the crossroads between the natural and unnatural worlds, then asks which is real. Where are the boundaries between authenticity and performance? Where do familial abuse and societal denial intersect? Where do they diverge? Goyette does not provide answers. Instead, the reader will find vivid imagery, wild feeling, and a maternal rage that is ancient and unyielding.
—2026 J.M. Abraham Atlantic Poetry Award Jury