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A Poem by Vol
COMFORT
FOOD
Remember
that
weekend at the lake?
A dim room in the cottage
a
rough wooden table
a
crockery bowl,
cracked…
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A Poem by Vol
A
dry leaf scuttles into non-sensual contact
with
the water to sail a little while in the wind;
I
am jostled from my reverie by noisy people
d..
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A Poem by Vol
In the tight confluence of
Tennesseeridges,
the sky above the tor out frontdiffuses
from gray to dusty blue.
I
am up before the sun.
My
cof..
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A Poem by Vol
HERE
YA GO
I
don’t know man,
I
was just sittin’ an’ thinkin’
about
some of what changes
when
you..
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A Poem by Vol
STRAWBERRY FIELDS
I sometimes did an experiment
with my students because perspective
is everything, well,
except for the
lies we t..
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A Poem by Vol
COFFEE
Slow
sip of steam and bitter brown.
Ahh!
Coffee!
Out
here in what’s left of the farm,
in the garden she planted for me,
i..
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A Poem by Vol
Cobs
The
old man sat in a worn chair,
leaned
a little to the right,
his
shirt coffee stained, and tobacco
turned the cracks near his..
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A Poem by Vol
The
darkened sun floats
above
ominous clouds,
so
my morning coffee
has
a harder job in the den
where
the lights are off.
Sh..
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A Poem by Vol
CLUMSY OAF
The author said,
in her people’s wisdom,
that no Native language has
a cognate for “human” as
separ..
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A Poem by Vol
On
the beach,
when
the sky is bright
with
the blue of nothing
but
light, distance softens
in
the iridescent haze.
Purple
coquina peek from ..
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