Vol : Writing

SOUTHERN STYLE

SOUTHERN STYLE

A Poem by Vol


The sun pours down like honey on my bare back and jeans while I breathe the dusty smell of hay. My sweat dries to salt, and these muscles i..
SOUL MUSIC

SOUL MUSIC

A Poem by Vol


It is late autumn and the sky is blue beyond understanding, deep and dark even in the bright glare of sun. The tiny leaves on ..
SOMEONE SAID THEY'RE DEAD

SOMEONE SAID THEY'RE DEAD

A Poem by Vol


The Texas sun is hard and its rays rain like needles to change your mind about anything you want to do out there… ..
SOFT

SOFT

A Poem by Vol


The only things moving today are the wind and leaves. A spot of sunshine just splashed through an early buildup of cumulus and onto th..
XANTHIPPE SCOWLS AGAIN

XANTHIPPE SCOWLS AGAIN

A Poem by Vol


My husband, I’ve studied the Moderns for ages now, the last intellectual generation the West will produce, I’m afraid. In this ou..
SO WHAT, NEW YORK?

SO WHAT, NEW YORK?

A Poem by Vol


There is a problem with living vertically in overcrowded, noise-infested flats; places sealed in concrete and steel. The horizo..
SMOKE THIS

SMOKE THIS

A Poem by Vol


I was an atheist, once, but I was really bad at it. It is an easy path to follow, it just didn’t go anywhere, and if I ain’t m..
WHISKEY IN THE NIGHT

WHISKEY IN THE NIGHT

A Poem by Vol


There aren't many things as rare as beauty shared from soft chairs with two crystal glasses of goodbourbon. The sensual swirl of ..
SLOW ROLL

SLOW ROLL

A Poem by Vol


Can you make the world disappear in slow motionleaving only the sound of the slowly rolling ocean breathing in my ear? Sylvia can.
SLOW DANCE

SLOW DANCE

A Poem by Vol


Yesterday’s rain left puddles by the walk, today’s began with explosive splashes and ended as a mist in the trees. The tall..