Poem by Doug Holder
Photography by Chad Parenteau.
Oddball Magazine’s Poetry Marathon Presents: Doug Holder
I Saw Myself on the Dudley Bus That Day I saw myself on the Dudley bus that day his eyes: a blinking, flirt with the mid-winter's sun- watching the slow, [...]
Poem by Doug Holder
Eating Grief at Bickford’s For Allen Ginsberg There are no places anymore Where I can sit at a threadbare table Pick at the crumbs on my plate And wipe The white [...]
Bye Jason
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnD1BLF52Mc here is my mind, in a nut shell, sick as a man that don't feel well. lit up like a lantern, one that's light is going and one word, that's [...]
Doug Holder’s Furnished Room-Newbury St-Boston: 1978
By: Doug Holder _______________________________________ The raw, coiled red glare of the hot plate-- the urine stain of a sink and the waft of Red Sauce from Davio's below-- The [...]