Love is an object that is difficult for me to sink myself into, to grasp and hold; it evades my touch and others sense this. I am termed cold, mean, irritable, overly serious many times over. I wish to walk arm in arm, hand in hand, without your fears pervading, without my feeling that others are staring; I wish to lose the fog and retain you, your essence, your radiance, your strength. Truthfully, I don’t know what to say to much anymore. Satan dances backwards for me, people are worried about my body, my art. I don’t give a sh*t about the external scars, it’s the internal ones I live with.

Scott C. Holstad

Scott C. Holstad has authored 60+ print books & has published poetry, fiction, nonfiction, literary criticism, journalism, technology & scientific research. His work has appeared in thousands of publications in over 20 languages including the Minnesota Review, Exquisite Corpse, Pacific Review, Sports Illustrated, the TODAY Show, Yahoo, Long Shot, Wormwood Review, Chiron Review, Southern Review, Poetry Review & Poetry Ireland Review among others. He holds degrees and is an alumnus of the University of Tennessee, California State University Long Beach, UCLA and Queens University of Charlotte. He’s moved 35+ times and now lives near Gettysburg PA.

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