John HolowachThe White Face in the MirrorThe white face was staring at her from the edge of the bedroom door again. Actually, through the mirror beside it.Nov 3, 2020Nov 3, 2020
John HolowachEpitaphWistfulness is the serrated edge of nostalgia. “Oh how I long for this, how I wish for that, would though it were so.” Then you realize…Apr 16, 20192Apr 16, 20192
John HolowachThe Hikyo StationI don’t know what compelled me to walk over there, but I needed to know, I needed to hear it…Mar 12, 20191Mar 12, 20191
John HolowachDoors to NowhereI’m a collector of useless things. But my collection can’t be placed in a museum or garage or on a quaint shelf in a back closet, it can…Feb 26, 2019Feb 26, 2019
