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William Holsinger
“I like to think of death as a handshake.”
“I like to think of death as a handshake.”


Little Voices

There is a whispering in the far corner of my mind, a soft hum of passion just out of reach.

When I pause, little voices follow, waiting for me to be busy, moment to moment.

I wonder at this dance, wonder at the mysteries waiting for me to be busy.

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I dreamt my Death last night.
It entered the room, unannounced,
Pausing at the door, waiting.

I arose, forgetting my robe,
Moved easily forward
No wonder or alarm

I did not join with Death.
We did not embrace.
It was an unspoken pact.

Neither of us led, neither
of us followed. We rose together.
I sought the light,

Death demurred


Will Holsinger, Author
A Life Well Lived, A Death Well Met


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Passion life rides a razor edge
Dark winds blow hard below
Aching is the need of the baker’s wife
Angel’s song of death on low

Reach up to pluck the strings of life
No thought of tomorrow’s twisted knife
Every grasping for safety on a distant ledge
Dried blood is the smell of ancient times

No drops left in these dregs of fear
Until at last the end is near

Ever it were so

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i am humbled and grateful for this anonymous review of my book on the Barnes and Noble website. It is now on the shelf and available at the Redwood City and Hillsdale San Mateo stores.


As we mature physically and emotionally, we become aware of our separateness from others.

As we mature spiritually, always at a slower rate, we realize this is an illusion.

Here’s one of the pages from my new book (without the illustration), A Life Well Lived, A Death Well Met:


I am a waterfall,
hidden by the wetness of time.
I stand at the rear,
holding back life itself.

The water bends angrily
as it washes over me,
anxious to hurry on its way
to a destiny far downstream.

As I stand or sit, fixed
firmly to this world,
I may guess at the wellspring
yet never know its birth.

I may imagine its journey
towards me, its softening flow downstream
yet never know the joy and sorrow
of arriving at the final destination.

I am fixed firmly in my purpose,
to keep the waters of life in check, upstream,
for the briefest of moments,
as it crashes over and past me.

I am a waterfall. I am more than enough.

I don’t like the title I had for this piece. Any suggestions?


There is a place
or is it a feeling?

It calls to me. I hear it.
Just out of reach.

It is the promise of a freshet
around the next bend,

The promise of sun or rain, a cool breeze.
That which we desire

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Look what I found on the shelf at Bookshop of Santa Cruz. It’s also on the shelves at Barnes & Noble in San Mateo, Kepler’s in Menlo Park, and East West Bookshop in Mountain View.

The word for today is - “Happiness”

Not just the happiness that makes you smile -

The happiness that makes your heart dance in secret

Not just the happiness you feel when you see a friend -

The happiness that covers you in a mantle of gratitude when you know your friend is safe, secure and well fed after a yesterday of pain and fear and longing

Not just the happiness of holding the love of your life -

The happiness of love’s return after a long absence

Happiness expressed in movement, happiness after loss and hunger, happiness with an arms-wide-open release of joy into the world is not earned, is not a birthright, is not a today that can be claimed-

This happiness is a gift of the Universe to you and your gift to the World

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My book A Life Well Lived, A Death Well Met is a collection of insightful and compassionate poems, musings and insights about death and dying.

It is now available on AMAZON:
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