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A Poem by Vol
The sere
of August has laid down
a ponderous weight. The sedge has withered
from
the lake and the tall horses in the pasture
down
the road gat..
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A Poem by Vol
The astronomy people say,
with
resonant overtones, there
is
nobility in all of us because
we
are made of “Star Stuff.”
Maybe
it&..
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A Story by Vol
06/18/2024FROM EMMAJOY,But could you PLEASE report the fact that I am not receiving reviews because there is no box for reviews on my page. Has been g..
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A Poem by Vol
The sky has no idea
why
you shake your fist
at
the dark, the stars, your
tiny
idea of God because
you’ve
suffered from your
own
h..
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A Poem by Vol
It took till November
for summer to go down in
flames. The vigor of green
flickers yellow and red
from oak to elm to poplar,
dry ..
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A Poem by Vol
It is the Ides of June and
Gemini,
six days before Sol begins his
long
slog toward the cold, cold
dark.
I think God must find a
m..
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A Story by Vol
You’d think that by the time you get to be fifty-four, you would know some of the basic elements of your own makeup. It’s not as though I ..
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A Poem by Vol
The
sun pours down like honey
on
my bare back and jeans
while
I breathe the dusty smell of hay.
My
sweat dries to salt,
and
these muscles i..
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A Poem by Vol
It
is late autumn and the sky
is
blue beyond understanding,
deep
and dark even in the bright
glare
of sun. The tiny leaves
on
..
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A Poem by Vol
The
Texas sun is hard and
its
rays rain like needles
to
change your mind
about
anything you want to do
out
there…
..
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