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.

Writing

Running

Community

Living

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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