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.20 min read·Nov 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…10 min read·Apr 16, 2019--2--2
John HolowachThe Hikyo StationI don’t know what compelled me to walk over there, but I needed to know, I needed to hear it…15 min read·Mar 12, 2019--1--1
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…9 min read·Feb 26, 2019----