Tag Archives: Leslie Holt Contemporary Poet

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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Dear Doctor Wu

Did she know when she carried you, was she like Mary knowing one day you’d be King of the World, already signed, sealed and delivered from the beginning from the very beginning – impatient to arrive, to wear your Fez, … Continue reading

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Remembering Tomorrow

It wasn’t Heinlein’s line after all … RunawayKeyboard Continue reading

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The autumn and the winter of the years

“…out of nothing … Leslie Holt dreamt she was a Contemporary Poet.” Continue reading

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Haiku is my closet

“Haiku is where I / return, my dark safety when the / Wild Crone sees her face.” Leslie Holt dreamt she was a Contemporary Poet. 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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I grow up

“Poets are like ad- / dicts. Not one ever says I / want to be one when” Leslie Holt dreamt she was a Contemporary Poet Continue reading

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