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A Poem by Vol
On the
road to Dead Man’s Curve
by
Laurel Creek, I
found a hemlock
lying
down because that’s the
way
the
wind blew a long..
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A Poem by Vol
I
need
A
breathy forest
full
of undergrowth
and
fallen limbs,
with
the occasional tree
across
my path,
lying
there soft and
f..
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A Poem by Vol
CRAZY
There
is a neurosurgeon who’s
been
digging around down there,
deep
beneath the cerebral cortex.
He’s
been finding a..
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A Poem by Vol
AN
ALIEN AND A STRANGER
She’s
ninety-four years old
with
her brilliant head still
resting
on her bent shoulders.
My
Elfin mom..
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A Poem by Vol
On the
television is a scene
with
a bridge that sweeps in
a
pleasing curve over a blue river,
and
I want to build a cottage there.
I
can..
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A Poem by Vol
"For
God’s sake let us be men
not
monkeys minding machines
or
sitting with our tails curled
while
the machine amuses us
the
radio or fi..
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A Poem by Vol
When you
ride alone,
there
is time to think
between
the trees
and
fences on either side;
a
little thought breaks free
and
tumble..
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A Poem by Vol
Out here in the woods,my home rests on the hillwhere we cut a shelf to make room for a patio, the house and ten feet of front yard. Saturday drizzled ..
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A Poem by Vol
In my other worldthere
is more shade
than
sun.
The
nap of a Tennessee carpet
rolling
over every hill and mountain,
across
the creeks a..
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A Poem by Vol
The
thing is, I need a little poison.
I’ve
lived too safe in the recesses
of
this space I’ve defined. In the
harsh
winter of my ..
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