April 1-7: Doug Holder and Jonathan Hayes


Doug Holder and Jonathan Hayes


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Doug Holder
ibbetsonpress@msn.com

Bio (auto)

My work both poetry and prose have appeared in The Small Press Review, Steam Ticket, Toronto Quarterly, Cafe Review, and many others. I am the founder of the Ibbetson Street Press, and I teach writing at Bunker Hill Community College in Boston, and Endicott College in Beverly, Massachusetts.

The following work is Copyright © 2013, and owned by Doug Holder and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Carpal Tunnel Syndrome

For my late father Lawrence J. Holder

I thought of my father
As he gripped
His left hand
Prying it open with his right
A hand curling
Into a callused fetus
Holding on to
Something
For dear life.

And years after his death
As if possessed
I feel my own hand curling
In my right hand pocket
Fusing with some phantom
In the darkness.

But as we all know
the spirit and the flesh will weaken
The grip will become loose
the hand
will open to a wistful wave
and we will both
let go.


Jonathan Hayes
jsh619@earthlink.net

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Jonathan Hayes is the editor and publisher of the long-running American small press literary magazine, ‘Over the Transom.’ His poetic travelogue, ‘Nippon: Drinking Sake and Staring at Fireflies in the August of Cicadas,’ was published this year by Mel C. Thompson Publishing. He lives in San Francisco, California with his wife, Yuki.

The following work is Copyright © 2013, and owned by Jonathan Hayes and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

from American Haiku

in bed with the wife,
farting and laughing together

– the alarm clock goes off!

 

after work walking home, watching
a lady’s firm ass bounce in front of me

– old man at café table smiles and says, "perfect"

 

she saw the lion king in full costume standing
by the orpheum’s stage door on market street

– smoking a cigarette on the sidewalk