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Poem by Holly Day

The Old Green One

I will make you a music box from a porn star
fill her insides with gears and whistles, a key
that comes out of her navel for turning… 163 more words


The Impossibleness of Abstract Representation by Holly Day

where are we now? one man asked
we shone our flashlights around the cave

saw only stone, tall ceilings, dark passages
darting off in every direction. 97 more words


Missing Keystrokes, by Holly Day

Missing Keystrokes
by Holly Day

typewriter lies dead in the corner
on the floor, keyboard split, askew, like a mouthful
of angry teeth inlaid with… 124 more words


The Rescue, by Holly Day

The Rescue
by Holly Day

my father’s hands parting
the water, trying to see
past leaves, dead fish, floating branches
diving down and finding
nothing… 106 more words


The Wooden Man, by Holly Day

The Wooden Man
by Holly Day

a man made of wood would be a much more practical being
than a man made of flesh, a man with knotted arms… 200 more words


The Monks in My Head, by Holly Day

The Monks in My Head
by Holly Day

my garden makes me think of God, of
the Alsatian monks toiling endless to create
climbing, bright-faced clematis that would spread… 170 more words


Five Poems

by Holly Day

Too Easy

the little gray sparrow in the birch
is a slut. she sits on her branch
quacking suggestively at the brightly-colored males… 645 more words