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John Holloway

Winter 1988

The Hermit Wordman

By John Holloway

Was he ill? Living in the empty house, in the one room, in the wind-peopled house, windows and doors continually creaked; a garrulous fire; jackdaws on the roof tree muttered […]

Winter 1988

The Deed Is Done

By John Holloway

Now it is time to decide. The need grew treelike. Summer suns toiled higher and winters took them noiselessly earthward, tree— slowly. But now, Now, is another thing. Time to […]

Spring 1986

From Small Beginnings…

By John Holloway

Buds into stars. A Milky Way  just of daisies, down this Fen Meadow,scattered in a single morning, weather snowy  with warmth; and if you look for causes, smalleffects have (reversing the proverb) […]

Fall 1984

Hour Angle

By John Holloway

   Stay the same as you are. And I will(as if beggars could ride) go with you, that is  stay the same …    but perhaps more by changing: for so will youif the ocean […]

Fall 1984

A Poem of Light and Shade

By John Holloway

Shadows that look as if they grow.  Planted in corners and undersides,underleaves. Shadows that gather and garner where  sun cannot flush and flash, being all straightness. Yes. That look as if they […]