Biography of Holden Solo
Holden Solo learned how to write poems from an old blind man he met while incarcerated in a Madagascan prison for a crime he did not commit. After serving three years, Solo was paroled. He then traveled to a Shaolin monastery high in the mountains of Myanmar where he learned the mastery of 'Jiyuritsu Haiku' from Brother Lars, the Head Abbot there.
Two years later, Brother Lars and most of the other monks were killed during an attack that was carried out under the cover of a horrendous snowstorm by ninja assassins of the Dark Hand Cult. Solo and a few others escaped, but the monastery was burnt to the ground.
After slumming around Southeast Asia for five years, Solo migrated back to his home in the United States where he became a vigilante crime-fighter, fighting against the nefarious schemes of the Dark Hand Cult and its ninja assassins.
On December 7th,2008 Holden Solo died while rescuing hostages from Somali pirates off the Horn of Africa.
Holden Solo Poems
Gay Is The New Black
Gay is the new black. and I can only picture people walking their dogs
Girl From Alaska With A Bullet In Her Le...
Girl from Alaska with a bullet in her leg watching the lightning flash
253 West 125th
Delaware County Line
Back and forth the blades go as they wipe away the rain.
Shallow Water Blackout
Drowning people sometimes die while fighting
The bet - drive from Denver to San Francisco in less than
It's three in the morning, the coffee is cold, the waffles are warm,
Photo Of A Windblown Girl
The weeping willows gently fall across the old causeway
Dams On The Cuyahoga
Just west of the Lake, meanders the burning river.
Big Black Bird On The Side Of The Road
Big black bird on the side of the road as the clouds and the traffic zoom on past
The Cabrillo Highway
We'll drive up the winding, two lane road all its length;
There's gold in the hills of California.
Walking On The Avenue Of Angels
She's got a lifebelt by her side; she and Jesus know where to hide;
The American Poets' Ambulance
Kick pleats and kitten heels Winston Churchill and high mag wheels; to help Tiberius Pockets
The Cabrillo Highway
up the winding,
two lane road
all its length;
just you, me,
and my regrets.