Dan Holt is blues singer/songwriter/recording artist, poet and fiction author from a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. He has produced 11 albums of original music along with various singles and eps. Like most writers, his work has been published in various tiny online and print journals. After many years away from the poetry scene, Dan has returned to writing poetry in 2021. Recent publications featuring his work include Rusty Truck, Punk Noir Magazine, Rye Whiskey Review, Rust Belt Review, and Dumpster Fire Press: Voices From The Fire. His first book, “Blank Canvas On Bloody Pavement,” is forthcoming from Alien Buddha Press.
He was always waiting for summer he said there was something about the sunshine that made him forget who he was forget what he’d done and he could walk among the rest and pretend that nothing had happened pretend that his nose wasn’t filled with the smell of blood and his ears weren’t filled with the sound of death
Not Writing A Poem
Some days there just isn’t enough angst to muster up a verse about suicide to cobble together sixteen lines about death and I just have to write that at least for today I’m doing alright and there is nothing painful to write about nothing tragic to depict and just this poem about not writing a poem
I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than stand waste deep in water with my hands around the neck of some foe real or imagined To stand on a rock by the shore And let myself fall into the ice cold water knowing that I can neither float or swim To run blindfolded into traffic listening carefully for the sound of passing cars hoping to dodge the collision that I know is coming To walk barefoot in a snowstorm feeling the frostbite take hold as I lay down to sleep my last breath frozen in the air