Phibby Venable : Writing

Tony and Elvis

Tony and Elvis

A Poem by Phibby Venable


Tony & Elvis Tony has his music on, a whole lotta shakin' as he sits sipping coffee on his steps so many times, daylight distends an arm o..
meadow woman

meadow woman

A Poem by Phibby Venable


Meadow Woman I am a meadow woman, holding the line between two opposing eruptions On each side women strain to contain their differences. One i..
damaged flower

damaged flower

A Poem by Phibby Venable


damaged flower my sister is shaking the leaves of anger that linger in an overhang from her last divorce she has a young lover with soft eyes sh..
Walking With Ghosts

Walking With Ghosts

A Poem by Phibby Venable


Walking With Ghosts In a fraudulence of calm routine I rise early & let the wind lead me down a quiet street. Beside one house is a benign g..
david's invitation

david\'s invitation

A Poem by Phibby Venable


not sure what i want to say here..this is a true story & harder to say. this is a tribute to david & his bike trip across country that ended at the s..
the beat of the rain

the beat of the rain

A Poem by Phibby Venable


the beat of the rain if we run with the beat of the rain through the abandoned lot where the tin sings from the dumpster and the pawn shop sign ..
Music Against Stone

Music Against Stone

A Poem by Phibby Venable


Music Against Stone Tomorrow, the blue of morning, may be sad with regrets. That is why today, when the wind arrives in my hair, I will steal ..
And Guess What!

And Guess What!

A Poem by Phibby Venable


And Guess What?! This is Charles in the backseat claiming super hero status And Guess What! He killed a monster just as it slipped up behin..
Rain Song on Holston

Rain Song on Holston

A Poem by Phibby Venable


Rain Song on Holston There is an island called Alimony Hill that lies in the curve of the Holston. The men gather for comparsions of cen..
The Clean Sweep

The Clean Sweep

A Poem by Phibby Venable


The Clean Sweep I use boxes for a clean sweep because the house has narrowed into sentimental objects. From my foyer view, the stairs, are comi..