Category Archives: Creative
Heroes on my Shoulders
My hair doesn’t fall in line Marry up Go with the flow. It starts out waving like a star A politician in a parade The crowd at a football game. … Continue reading
Not Sayin’ it’s Over
Not sayin’ it’s over Just sayin’ the blue sky is out again Lookin’ at clover and horses and meadows Makes me feel high again Higher than a meteor meeting the … Continue reading
Dan Holden’s Best Creative Writing of 2012
I was thinking earlier today that I didn’t do very much creative writing this year, but then I decided to do a retrospective post on the pieces that I did … Continue reading
Clearly Lost on Christmas Eve
Sometime in the whirling twirl of my late teens, sitting in a pew at my parents’ church on Christmas Eve, I realized that I had clearly lost my way. Clearly, … Continue reading
First Spell – A Halloween Poem
We’re in a field, connected by emotions, Mary, Ali and me Rain into river, a flowing potion, soaked as the wide willow tree Lightning crackles, holds us in shackles Nowhere … Continue reading
Four Stones
Tank Lujan walked resolutely up the stairs of the hospital. In his heart, he felt enormously conflicted about being there, but he had keep moving forward. He couldn’t go back, … Continue reading
For Maria Pavao
We cling to a cultural expectation that everything should make sense, emotionally. The laws of physics and the inevitable return to chaos are never violated in the world we perceive, … Continue reading
Vengeance (War Song)
Give me your last breath I will Follow your footsteps I will Pain every member of the Family who did this I will remember you I will return the fate … Continue reading
I understand now
I understand now it’s the artists’ curse days of dread and distraction nights of fleeting inspiration yes it is night that creates not suntrise, nor your eyes but shimmering dreams … Continue reading
Soaring
On rare occasion in my youth We drove through old green country To a particular stand of pines A red clay road Where a red and white glider Delicate as … Continue reading
Big John’s Passing
Almost everybody on the island come out for Big John’s funeral. Not that everybody likes him. Most really don’t have a good story to tell. Fact, most folks remember him … Continue reading
The Runner
I have just this once, This one chance, one life, one opportunity to shine, or sit in the box and wait wait for somebody to call on me to raise … Continue reading
Two Cokes, a Colt and a Hot-Blooded Filly
There are four bottles of Coke on the bed of the truck, two with the caps still on, two half-empty. She leans back against the side of the truck bed, … Continue reading
Memorial Days
What I can’t shake is the sight of that Iraqi kid hopping away down the street on one bare foot, his caftan and his other foot blown off by the … Continue reading
