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“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?
“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…
Scratching our Heads, Why? –by Daniel Holland
Why do we scratch our heads when we can’t figure something out? Are we simply buying time? Signalling that we are clueless? Or, do we think we’ll shake our brains a bit, and the information we are looking for will fall out?
“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…
Daniel Holland Celebrates Art Star Nomination at Stars of Lake County, California
The stars came out full force Sunday night to celebrate a decade of Stars of Lake County. Amid a packed house of several hundreds, we were there, up front, in spitting distance of the stage. Ours was the Arts Table. To celebrate my sweetheart’s Daniel Holland’s Art Star of Lake County nomination we gathered together…
“Invasion of the Cabbage,” a comic story by Daniel Holland
Hey Man, this weird thing happened yesterday down at the vegetable stand I own. When they fertilized the field in back of my stand, the field flooded. The water rushed into a hole in back of the cabbage bin. Man, was I bummed out when I saw that! I didn’t want to throw away the…
“I was pee-shy” says volumes, pegs the age, and gives me a strong image.