“We share this moment not through touch but our eyes, yours brilliant, shining, willing, wanting to know feel the pain, understand, mine dead to the world, a bleak history of empty files” PainPoetryHopeFutureBleakEmotion Connections Author:Scott C. Holstad
“As children, we played cowboys and Indians through the fields and forests, looking for foes as though being set upon was the worst we’d face. As children we found horseshoes, dusty hidden treasures buried in dirt, and we’d take them home and hang them on our walls alongside our Farrah and football posters. Innately we knew that someday we’d grow out of this, so mornings and afternoons we’d carry on, content, a real word in our small vocabulary.” Growing UpChildhoodPoemFutureInnocenceMaturityAdulthoodReflections Author:Scott C. Holstad
“a beautiful girl spoke to me today thru little honey’d whispers dreaming icicles streams of words mouth moving saying much in little tones traveling passionately into distant lands far off hopes stranger’s arms a hoped-for death told her secret.” PoetryDreamsFutureConnection With People Book:Grungy Ass Swaying Source: Grungy Ass Swaying