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Archive for the 'Comedy On Tilt' Category

How to Make Your Bed from the Inside Out in six easy steps

Tuesday, March 25th, 2008

For those of you who like how to articles…for those of you who like tips articles…for those of you who have a hard time getting out of bed…staying out of bed…or, just making your bed once you’re out of bed…this one, dear hearts, is for you. Partly tongue in cheek, and partly emminently practical for […]

“I Am Gardener,” by Daniel Holland

Monday, July 16th, 2007

I eat,
smell,
inhale,
and cling
to the dirt.
I am gardener,
feel my grit.

“Writing Dollars and Sense,” by Daniel Holland

Saturday, July 14th, 2007

Should I write a story
with big words that pays big money?
Or, should I write this story
that is worth only five cents
but makes sense to me?

“Traveling Blister,” by Daniel Holland

Friday, July 13th, 2007

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.

“Snow Story Lies,” by Daniel Holland

Thursday, July 12th, 2007

I always lie when I tell snow stories. You say you walked to school as a kid in two feet of snow. I say I walked in three feet of snow. Not only that–it was 20 degrees below zero. There were no bathrooms in sight, a lot of people around. I was pee-shy.

“Shadow Griping,” by Daniel Holland

Wednesday, July 11th, 2007

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

Wednesday, July 11th, 2007

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

Tuesday, July 10th, 2007

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

Monday, July 9th, 2007

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

Monday, July 9th, 2007

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