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“Cleaning House,” by Daniel Holland
VACUUM SUCKS You know those little things in the carpet that try to hide? When you vacuum “hide and seek” becomes “hide and suck.” If you have a cheap vacuum, vacuuming becomes a hockey game. The goalie is under the mat. The cheaper the vacuum, the bigger the mat. As a kid I used to…
“She Saw,” a poem by Daniel Holland
Perched on the end of faded green roughened seesaw. Roughened by sand poured over the board. I went up and down, then suddenly stopped. Stopped in midflight by a girl child turned woman. She said, “Here I am!” with her eyes. She made the sand feel solid.
“Traveling Blister,” by Daniel Holland
When the blister wants to come out, there’s no stopping it. Walk too much–the blister can come out. Use your hands a lot–the blister will come out. “Me, Blister, I will travel.” Sit down a lot and see what happens. The end.
Shaking Hands with Your Heart in Your Palms–by Daniel Holland
“Don’t be afraid to put your heart in the palm of your hands and shake the hands of your fellow human beings.” –Daniel Holland
“I Am Gardener,” by Daniel Holland
I eat, smell, inhale, and cling to the dirt. I am gardener, feel my grit.
“Walking Over Water,” a poem by Daniel Holland
Walking Over Water Stick falls off oak tree in winter’s bare delight. Thin stick over deep water, chilled water. “Courage!” I say to my bare tingly toes.
There is a lot of philosophy in these few lines. Yes, griping, comparing the shadows of the past. They do dog us, don’t they? I enjoy the image of you tanning in the richness of today’s sunlight.
As a professional griper, I take offense at the notion of needing a sun burn. You, on the other hand, get to tan! “Unfair!” she griped.