Gerald Holmes
Born on the east coast of Canada. Travelled the world for my job. Met my wife in China and happily married for 18 years. Just finished my first novel.
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The reason I'm a Man
Many years ago On the day that I was born I was given a special title A badge to be worn **** Naked and afraid Into this world I came
Gerald HolmesPublished 20 days ago in Poets
The Trip of a Lifetime
It’s almost Halloween and the haunting memories from that night five years ago are back again. Every year since that trip, around this time, the nightmares caused by that night return and transport me back in time. I know in my heart that the things I saw on that day were not real and just tricks played on my mind by the incredibly well-planned set-up of the party and whatever the hell it was that Tony dropped in our drinks.
Gerald HolmesPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
The Body Builder
I didn't know the truth of his story until it was much too late. He never told me that they were one and the same, both sides of the same coin. He never said to me that the beautiful side and the ugly side were never seen together or that the appearance of the ugly side meant that she was coming to claim another part in her quest to build the body she would need to re-enter our world. For a very long time, every quarter-century, she would appear and resume the taking as she needed to take different parts from different people for the curse to be broken, allowing her to re-enter the world of the living as a Goddess.
Gerald HolmesPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
1977
June 1977 was a great time to be a teenager. I didn’t know it at the time but that year harkened great change for the world as we knew it and, more importantly, for me personally.
Gerald HolmesPublished 2 months ago in Families
Floating Castles of Home
The stillness of thought envelops the calm The Pod rises up breaching and breaking The sound of the blowhole welcomes the dawn
Gerald HolmesPublished 2 months ago in Poets
Becoming Numb
It’s been twenty days now, twenty days of hell and three days of seeing you in my dreams. The last time I saw you, in reality, was twenty-six days ago. The last time I saw you in my dreams was a few hours ago.
Gerald HolmesPublished 3 months ago in Fiction
A Real Man
A Real Man A real man has to be a man He was told as a boy But what is a man he would ask A real man should never cry
Gerald HolmesPublished 3 months ago in Poets
The Fire at Freedom Pond Park
He didn't plan on watching it burn, but he couldn't help himself. The plan was to get the fire started, then escape back the way he’d come; across the frozen pond to the small park, which opened onto Water street, and then three blocks south to the small side street where he'd left the car. But as he got to the edge of the pond, he turned back to look at the fire and couldn't leave. He needed to watch it burn, but most of all, he wanted to hear their screams.
Gerald HolmesPublished 3 months ago in Fiction
