Tag Archives: Leslie Holt

Otherwise

“This page is a winged thing. A time traveller.” Otherwise by RunawayKeyboard aka Les Holt Continue reading

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Old Yeller

Wit’s End … is usually a gift. Continue reading

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You

“…the only ones who might look us up in books written by orderlies.” RunawayKeyboard Continue reading

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Benefit of Doubt

“The benefit of doubt” She writes a card, tucks it near my pillow, one of the few places she’s almost sure I’ll visit. Even then, she waits to make sure I’ll see it. For me, I wonder how many drafts … Continue reading

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That, I propose

THIS is trust Continue reading

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Wales Ave Pantoum

Transcribing this from journal to post, Dust Bowl III – Other Lives – Tamer Animals plays in the background. The drums, the chanting lyrics give lie to its title. No irony that we call the aridity of our spirits a dust bowl, when in reality these dark nights of the soul are vessels with which to capture our tears. I am told to dig where the tears fall. ~ Leslie RunawayKeyboard Holt Continue reading

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CYL: One thousand four hundred sixty

“CYL: One thousand four hundred sixty”   Four years to the day, she understands a little more still imagining, tho, she hears an expected “what’s new” and even tho she’s been rehearsing normalcy, or at least her version, her best … Continue reading

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