Thomas
Duncan
Armstrong
Thomas Duncan Armstrong writes of coming of age in Alabama in verse and prose. He lives, works and writes in New York City. He finds that you can take the goodboy out of the South, but you cannot take the South out of the goodboy. He is an enthusiast of the visual arts, a disciple of the performing arts, a student of the penned word, a lover of the opera, a Broadway baby, a memoir fool, a Hudson River pilgrim, a marathon runner, a community advocate for Lower Manhattan, a champion of LGBTQ families everywhere, a citizen of the world and a Scot to the core.
Nicknamed “Goodboy” by his Grandfather Duncan, Thomas tells the stories of a born and raised Alabama boy, exploring the ties that bind families together, as well as the happenstances that break us apart. He explores the issues of family love, bitterness, isolation, defeat, redemption, learning, attachment, loss, inspiration and hope. We all live in between the ties that bind us and those that unravel us. Sometimes we are bound together for good and sometimes we are bound together for bad. It is in between where we live out our lives and where earnest stories are wrought.
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Writing goodboy, a coming of age in alabama in verse and prose, Trinity Church Poet’s Corner, Poets House, New York Society Library, Alabama Writers Forum.
Running Chicago Marathon ‘03, ‘14, ‘16, ‘18', ‘19, ‘21, ‘22, ‘25, New York City Marathon ‘07, ‘09, ‘11, Birmingham Mercedes Marathon ‘09, Edinburgh Marathon ‘03.
Community The University of Aberdeen Foundation, Inc., Pace University Sands College of Performing Arts, Trinity Church Compassion Market.
Living Presently New York City & Edinburgh, Previously Birmingham, Atlanta, Fort Worth, Charlottesville, Louisville.
goodboy
my father called me
boy
my grandfather looked me over
and
called me
goodboy
from the first time
i ever saw him
not toughboy
not bigboy
not fastboy
not smartboy
i knew too well that
goodboy fit
i did not want
such a perfect
fit
i wanted to be
more than that
but
was not able
to be more than that
i was a
good boy
not that goodboy
was bad
it was without
spark
i was no trouble
for anyone
good natured
obeyed all
schoolwork done
readily adapted
easily overlooked
never best or worst
never quickest or slowest
never biggest or smallest
just a
good boy
wanting to be more
than that
yet
in calling me
goodboy
my grandfather
helped me be
more than that
good boy
the last time
i ever saw
my grandfather
i had become a man
he looked me over
and called me
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