Category Archives: Les Holt: Journal Entries from the Edge

Inside Out

What if you fall asleep with words and questions jammed in your head like a subway station platform packed with people pushing, they board the train, full and full, car after car, full with words and questions, the doors close … Continue reading

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Lear’s Beautiful Boat

I am nearly 13 hours asleep in this nearly empty place together with a sofa and a coffee table adrift. ~ I feel like the poem come alive, The Owl and The Pussy-cat out to sea in a pea-green boat. … Continue reading

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What’s the difference?

What’s the difference … if Leslie Holt dreamt she was a Contemporary Poet or not? Continue reading

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Don’t need no stinkin’ prize

I think The B-52’s should get The Gelber Prize for The Love Shack, don’t you? Leslie Holt dreamt she was A Gelber Prize Winner. Continue reading

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Decompression Commences

“Decompression Commences” The cicada is singing for me, in the grand absence of spelling. ~ RK ~ 8/17/13

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Utility POV

“Utility POV” “…suffice. I cannot write more than a few lines by hand without my hand and wrist cramping – it’s instant pins and needles for my fingers. Carpal tunnel is why I fail to seize the day.”

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