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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
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
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
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
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
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
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!
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
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
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..
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