Nothing here to be had.
Come here by John Holland
And let the dance begin
Tilting by John Holland
He mounts Ego. That winged ass.
Once Upon A Mind by John Holland
. . .running riot through red rooms.
Broken Wings by John Holland
This world is hard and heavy. Most often darkness rules; but in the sunlight somewhere sings every bird with broken wings. Broken Wings is part of an… Read more “Broken Wings by John Holland”
The Birth of Chaos by John Holland
The sky is indigo and indignant.
Chubb Illusions by John Holland.
As she dances she sings with sweet sickness of her lost love.
Northern Waters by John Holland
I knew a sea once
The Sky is Coming Down by John Holland
Wear me for a brooch.
Joan Spilman 