Holly McClain : Writing

Red Dancing Ponies

Red Dancing Ponies

A Poem by Holly McClain


A child size record player in it's own case with a white handle and a real needle. It played read-a-long stories in a sweet sing along voice. ..
My Voice Sings the Shame

My Voice Sings the Shame

A Poem by Holly McClain


Six years old and we sing. My voice blends with yours to the car radio in the Olds Delta 88. My heart a serenade in the long bench seat. &ldq..
My Mother's Cookware

My Mother's Cookware

A Poem by Holly McClain


When I entered the kitchen, I saw her pans hovering over the porcelain stove top. The small circles of flames licking the bottom of each pan i..
Pleated

Pleated

A Poem by Holly McClain


A thread of fear Stitched into my spine When drawn Pulls the vertebrae into Pleats of longing.