We Hold Hands At dusk we hold hands. We hold hands, with fading tarnished rings. As if some unexpected storm could suddenly separate us forever. We listen to the muted horn the hint of some heroin-tainted voice we clink our cocktails the house cat another appendage between us. And the light grows dimmer as it always does. Doug Holder is the founder of the Ibbetson Street Press of Somerville, MA. He has recently collaborated with playwright Lawrence Kessenich on a new play based on a short story he wrote "The Patient." It is going to be published by the Presa Press, and has had a staged reading at the Playwright's Platform in the Boston area. Holder's poem " Oh Don't She Said, It's Cold" adapted into a song by singer/songwriter Jennifer Matthews, will be preformed by the dance company "text moves" in the fall at various venues in the area. Holder is the arts editor of The Somerville Times,...
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