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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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A Poem by Vol
The
writing seminar broke for ten minutes.
I
went outside the ivory tower to feed
mysmokingdemon
in the shade of an awning.
I
carefully pack..
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A Poem by Vol
Sometimes at the edge of the
pasture,
and
under the eaves of trees, the soft
greens
of spring slide through my eyes
and
paint the curves and ..
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A Poem by Vol
The
writing seminar broke for ten minutes.
I went outside the ivory tower to feed
my
smoking
demon in the shade of an awning.
I
carefully p..
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