Phibby Venable : Writing

Treachery of Hands

Treachery of Hands

A Poem by Phibby Venable


Treachery of HandsI have a scarring mass of tiny marksall along the heartline of my handsI read them with a restless need to purgethe disappointment o..
Remarks On Something Beautiful

Remarks On Something Beautiful

A Poem by Phibby Venable


you find a word and drop the vowelan o couplet comes rolling outO' eloquence, O' Elixirno need to hide beneath the chairdemure the molecules of soundt..
Gray Hills

Gray Hills

A Poem by Phibby Venable


One small gray view agothe window offered up her panebland sharp with peacockrain stained tintsa view that bred a restlessnessa church of feelings, sm..
Philosophy on Walking

Philosophy on Walking

A Poem by Phibby Venable


walking ocean side in wet, packed sandI was struck dumb by a wave -forgetting how drenching giantswould leap suddenly to shorein a waterlogged flash, ..
resting world

resting world

A Poem by Phibby Venable


when the world sitsher knees rise like mountainsprophets trace life linesbetween her legsin these exclusive momentsshe agonizes about workbut settlesh..
Tentative Blooms

Tentative Blooms

A Poem by Phibby Venable


I will put away Winter in your eyes and create a Japanese garden idealized in aesthetic brightness There will be a philosophy of compromise conceale..
Standing In Salt Water

Standing In Salt Water

A Poem by Phibby Venable


The sea holds a reputation, choppy,frothy, unaccountable, and diversebut I cannot be worriedwith the futility of thatA quiet gull fancies my shoulderA..
Graceful Drinking

Graceful Drinking

A Poem by Phibby Venable


Drink the richest burgundy and age yourselfwith the swift changes of mirrorsliding into one stage after anotherSome days the wind pleats the drapesthr..
January Shakedown

January Shakedown

A Poem by Phibby Venable


This year was a black snake riverI waded in hips boots. Morning kept whispering, birds in brownish longingsang soft and far awaywomen rode to town wav..
The House

The House

A Poem by Phibby Venable


That day I felt like a boxcar backing into tomorrow ~ Nothing clanged together properly or fit into a shadow of itself There was only me with a fal..


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