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A Poem by Vol
There
was a time when my body
was
a knife. I sliced through
the
wind, the water and my lover
smooth
as butter. My genes
are
good, the Dr. ..
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A Poem by Vol
GRAY
The
standard issue
of
winter days arrived this morning,
the
sky is light gray without features and
lies
supine behind the ta..
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A Poem by Vol
The
unfortunate thing about the sixties
was
what happened to my short-term memory.
I
guess I must have left him in the back room
of
a coffeehou..
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A Poem by Vol
There
is a woman I know
as
well as anyone can know
a
woman, I guess.
She’s
Texan, born in a
seventy-mile-an-hour
panhandle
b..
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A Poem by Vol
A jagged end of bone drips
blood; that pink piece of
intestine hangs from a nearby
bush; the hand over there
is the one he raised to
sup..
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A Poem by Vol
I found this article and thought others might also appreciate its content:You'll have to Google "The Marginalian" to find it...Patti Smith on Listenin..
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A Poem by Vol
I
grew up on every kind of meatthere
is. Bacon, country ham, that piece of artNew
York strip in bed with a loadedbaked
potato, pork chops,BABY
..
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A Poem by Vol
The stone cottage Gramps built
is five
lifetimes old now, what’s
left of
it rests under the blue
Wisconsin
pines. My dad laid
..
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A Poem by Vol
The
first time we met,
Lizzie
told me her story
on
our
way out of the book store
so
I could see what she meant,
and
it grew for five more ..
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A Poem by Vol
There
is little about winter I like,
every
bit of it has sharp points that hurt
all
over when all you wanted was a little
fresh
a..
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