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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…
“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…
“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.
“I Am Gardener,” by Daniel Holland
I eat, smell, inhale, and cling to the dirt. I am gardener, feel my grit.
“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?
Daniel Holland Named Guest Blogger on Riehlife through July 16th
I’ve arrived in the Midwest now and am starting the work of making a new home for myself in St. Louis. My brother Gary Thompson flew out to visit me, fish with Daniel, and escort me back. We slept last night in the house we grew up in, where my father grew up, where he…
You punner, you! The End…of that!