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“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.
“I Am Gardener,” by Daniel Holland
I eat, smell, inhale, and cling to the dirt. I am gardener, feel my grit.
Don’t Box Me In–Medica/ta/tion Blues–by Daniel Holland
I was in my boxers enjoying my box turtle while eating my box lunch before the big boxing match on TV. But there was this old TV show “Let’s Make a Deal” and I wanted to know what was in box number 1. Imagine somebody took away the computers, pens and pencils. The only writing…

You punner, you! The End…of that!