About Holly Troy

I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

108 Days of American Sentence – Day 11

My baby is sick and I don’t know what to do — waiting is so hard.

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sunflower mountain © 2016 Holly Troy

108 Days of American Sentence – Day 10

forest in warm snowfall – trails turn to streams – pine needles beneath our feet

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108 Days of American Sentence – Day 9

I am surrounded, supported, and loved by strong, beautiful women.

Mom © 2013 Holly Troy

108 Days of American Sentence – Day 8

Light slats slip on plexiglass darkened air — narrowing and lengthening.

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108 Days of American Sentence – Day 7

Ride bicycle to work, stand in front of screen, answer phone, ride back home.

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108 Days of American Sentence – Day 6

I guess this is what couples do when sad things happen – laughing, crying.

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108 Days of American Sentence – Day 5

Night mist ride to outskirts of town  – white rabbit white fox amble away.

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