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A Poem by Vol
Sometimes I think
there
is no past
or
future,
just
this point we call
“Now.”
But
if that is so,
where
did all these ..
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A Poem by Vol
We left
the door open
when
we went to bed.
I
turned to the dog-ear
where
we left off
and
read to us until I
couldn't
any more,
put
t..
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A Story by Vol
I asked why the first word of every line is capitalized in poetry? These are the answers:I find the opposite to be true. The first word of a line is o..
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A Poem by Vol
The dawn
was muted
by
heavy clouds, so
it
took
about three hours
to
crawl
over the ridge,
a
slow morning for sure.
..
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A Poem by Vol
Wait
a Minute
So,
I was thinking,
probably my first mistake,
about one of
those stupid
questions that keep popping
up, but which do
nothi..
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A Story by Vol
GETTING OFFIYou’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 ..
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A Poem by Vol
LILITH
Her
hands flicker
like
doves over the table;
one
lights on his arm.
He
turns.
She
opens to him,
and
he goes in.
She
sm..
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A Poem by Vol
I used
to burn through the summer
with
hot feet and never stopped.
Everything
I did notched
creation
into the butt of my gun,
whether
..
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A Poem by Vol
We went
for a drive
down
a lonely dirt road
that
had
lost its
gravel.
We parkedbeside
a dying
barn
where buzzards roost
deep
i..
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A Poem by Vol
Sometimes I wonder what is the
shape
of absolute nothing, absolute
zero? Did
God have to first create a
vast amount of
it so he..
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