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Archive for July, 2007

“Shadow Griping,” by Daniel Holland

Why do we gripe, comparing shadows? The shadow is past. Why choose to live in a shadow? I want to tan with the richness of sunlight.

“First Words,” by Daniel Holland

If I write about cavemen, do I need to go to a library? Or can I just say the caveman’s first two words? Fire. Wheel.

“Measuring Life,” thoughts by Daniel Holland

How to Measure Life is measured by a watch and a ruler. By the way, what time is it?

“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.

“Time Bottle,” a poem by Daniel Holland

I put my mind in a time bottle. Watch the particles of brain matter funnel down the sand trap called Time.

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

“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.

“SPACE TIME,” a poem by Daniel Holland

Through the enchanted forest of postcards I project frames to each picture of time and space. I can control what I do with time: most of the time. But what about an afternoon of road construction delays? Or, I’m waiting in line at the grocery store and the cashier says, “Price check!” Or, I’m waiting [...]

“My Dog, My Beagle, My Freckles,” a comic story by Daniel Holland

Freckles, why did you have sex with the poodle next door? Poor puppies have beagle faces and poodle hairstyles. After the love affair of the poodle, your girlfriend was that St. Bernard. When the St. Bernard jumped on the gray, roughened, falling-down fence, it shook like an earthquake. Freckles came running on all four paws [...]

Baiting the Writing Hooks and Reeling It In–by Daniel Holland

Here’s Daniel Holland’s fanciful description of his writing process.–JGR I’m good at getting the hooks and baiting the hooks. I’m frustrated though, once my line is in the water. I don’t yet know how to play the line so I can get the bites and catch the fish. There’s my line in the water, dangling, [...]