Author Archives: Leslie Holt

About Leslie Holt

Writer ~ Artist "Any complaint in regard to this article must be accompanied by this tag."

Forgiveness is not fairy dust

It could be one Saturday morning in May, a morning when you’re still in a bathrobe, so relieved it’s clean and cosy Continue reading

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He feeds the deer

I do not name the deers, tho Bambi of Disney echoes in these woods. Continue reading

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How to be an elder

Both types are muted messages. Muted messages that whisper “I was here.” Messages that span time and distance, their power made all the more sorrowful when I remember at what cost they were purchased. Messages all the more sorrowful for their silent, “Please forgive me for leaving traces of myself.” Continue reading

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Driving the Slipstream

On the last leg of the five-hour trip I hear a thought: There is such a thing as a highway slipstream. No sooner have I thought it than I become aware of two silvery ghost cars up ahead of me, … Continue reading

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DST (Don’t Save This)

Found today: Strapless, and stemmed at 12:34 for eternity. ~ RK ~ 11/04/17

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As soon as I strike the match

Finally outlines begin to emerge. Three deer stand just on the fringe of the tree line and the sweet grass, where the rock meets tundra. One deer is quite large, two are successively smaller, they are like the Three Deer of Goldilocks. Continue reading

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Vancouver taught me 

Vancouver taught me to love the rain Two thousand miles away tonight I hear my skin ache for a downpour, this downpour on top, tapping wood, canvas, earth, sea, yes seen always barefoot running in it for forty days and … Continue reading

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