Author Archives: Doug Holder

Poems by Doug Holder

Change My Breath The sardines Sliding in oil A dash of mustard A delicious hot dollop My tongue Ravished By horseradish. It dances Like a flapper Across my teeth. Now change My breath My love Before we kiss Sometimes I think All things so sweet Will inevitably stink. The Suburbs 1962 Mom a gurgling scream

A Holocaust of Toads

By Doug Holder As boys- we dropped rocks a flurry of bomblets on a passing phalanx of toads. Commanders for once free from the clamp of parental constraint punch drunk with the notion of our control of fate life death. And like mini Dr. Mengeles, we experimented stuffing firecrackers down their twitching throats and watched