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A Poem by Vol
On
the other side of this wall,
cold
waitswith teeth bared
and
a sneerwhile I can do
nothing
to hold it at bay.
Erato
sleepswith back turned
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A Poem by Vol
There aren’t a thousand
people within
a hundred square miles of my
place
on the Llano Estacado. I’m
fairly
good
at li..
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A Poem by Vol
Her name
is Tracy K Smith
and
when she reads her poetry of
didactic
imagery, she is soft and
sensual
as D.H. Lawrence when
he
leans that..
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A Poem by Vol
At
Stogies,
my
beer and tobacco bar,
I
hang out with poets, writers,
and
good friends.
We
bring the stuff we’ve written,
and
dr..
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A Poem by Vol
Doe rae
MEEEE
Fa So Laaaa
TEEEEE
DOE!
Doe Rae me,
Fah So
La, teeeee
Dough!
DAMN!
The one th..
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A Poem by Vol
In my Tennesseesmall-town career,I gave everything Ihad to my students.They were so young!Their mental database was a virtual encyclopedia with a mill..
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A Poem by Vol
Weep for
the dreams,
the
sweet dreams of youth
when
we sang in the sunshine
and
we laughed every day.
Weep
for your life
that
gets ..
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A Poem by Vol
Sometimes,
the muse
takes
a nap. Like now,
when
I’m supposed
to
write about pines.
No
matter
how
hard I think,
how
sharp my pe..
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A Poem by Vol
In
today’s reality of things that
are
only there in some virtual
way,
my vision is blurred, and
not
just in these old brown eye..
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A Story by Vol
This!!!Ursula LeGuin, Says what I've always believed... all art is dangerous, has fangs and carries a gun. When you encounter it, your realitychanges,..
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