Saturday, January 17, 2026

A Night Well Spent By Dan Holt


My hands

are cracked and bruised

and there are

cuts on my arms

that I don't know

the origin of


In the mirror

my eyes are puffy

and my lips

are slightly swollen


I vomit

for the third time

since I woke up

rinsing my mouth

in the sink

and wondering

what the fuck

went on last night


Sometimes

the morning

is an empty shadow

of an evening lost

and a night

well spent



Dan Holt is a singer/songwriter/recording artist, poet and fiction author from a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. He has produced 11 albums of original music along with various singles and eps. His poetry has been published widely in the online and print small press and he is the author of "Blank Canvas On Bloody Pavement" and "Motel" (both from Alien Buddha press and available on Amazon). He was a Pushcart Prize nominee in 2021.


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