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A Poem by Vol
There
should be a name for those
Haiku
moments, simple jewels of
fertile
breezes, rustled leaves, and
contented
heart. Snick! Time-trapped..
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A Poem by Vol
Each
summer on the front porch,
a
fat spider spins her
web
up
there in the same corner;
she’s
been hanging around so long,
I&rs..
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A Poem by Vol
In
the days
when
dreams were
not
dreams,
the
dark beneath
manicured
shrubs
in manicured lines
waited
almost patiently
for
us.
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A Story by Vol
“I’m trying to find these rare moments where you feel completely illuminated. Facts never illuminate you. The phone directory of Manhattan..
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A Poem by Vol
I
had the house to myself at the same
time we got our first hits
of acid.
Adrienne, Claudia, James, and I.
We watched the
hands on the clock
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A Poem by Vol
A breathy forest carpet
of
undergrowth and fallen limbs,
and
an occasional tree across my path,
lies
there soft and fungal,
a
place to rest ..
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A Poem by Vol
The
high delta north of Memphis
baked
me brown in nineteen sixty-two.
There
was no wind, so the heat did not
come
in waves across th..
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A Poem by Vol
You
are the time I stood on the hill
just
above our pond to stare at the
color
blue set in the emerald grass,
wild
willow prongs to hol..
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A Poem by Vol
So, I was thinking,
probably my first mistake,
about one of those stupid
questions that keep popping
up, but which do nothing to
p..
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A Poem by Vol
The
infection must have begun
to
manifest when I was only three.
Standing
on the foot of my bed
"Thou
shalt love the Lord thy God
with
a..
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