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A Poem by Vol
A perfect circledoes not exist in nature,nor a straight line, butthereisa perfect point.
I’ve known about sandspurs
since
the first time I wo..
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A Poem by Vol
Out here in these
woods,
my home rests on a
hill
where we cut a shelf to make
room for a patio, the house
and ten feet of front ..
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A Poem by Vol
My roots are long and deep,
they curl
through dirt, between rock and
water,
seeking more in the
underground darkness
of an earlier..
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A Story by Vol
Not my work, but of great interest to any wordsmith
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A Poem by Vol
Go
ahead,
pull
that knob.
All
the way back now,
a
handful, that’s
what
she wants,
potential
lightening…
Hesitate,
he..
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A Poem by Vol
When I
step naked from the shower,
so
does he, that other me, the one
in
the mirror. My
hands wipe the water
from
everywhere I can reach...
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A Poem by Vol
It was
Sixty-five this Sunday
and
I thought it might be nice
to
find my camera and discover
some
Tennessee back
roads
I’ve
not r..
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A Poem by Vol
You left
me in smoldering tatters,
a
smoking smile upon my face
aware
of the taste and texture
of
blackberries brushing my lips,
crushed
by..
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A Poem by Vol
In peach
time while we talk
of
poison ivy and flowers
in
the garden, or feed the brown
drake
in the pond, our breath
wings
away..
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A Poem by Vol
Way
out, near the horizon
lightening
plays a game with
the
drought, promising nothing,
and
delivers.
About
forty degrees above my..
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