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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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A Poem by Vol
When
all hell breaks loose so close you
can
reach out and touch it, the warrior
within
you looks up and guffaws.
When
lightn..
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A Poem by Vol
STILL WATERS
A
hundred feet away from the green
cascade
of a weeping willow beside
still
waters is a smooth transitiontoinner solace wh..
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A Poem by Vol
I spent a lot of time with
Mama and Papa
on their Tennessee farm. The
barn in the
hollow below their house was a
castle when
I was a..
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