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A Poem by Vol
I watched her walk because
she is so good at it, and
as I have said,
“excellence is its own
reward,”
I don’t know what ..
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A Poem by Vol
The
flutter of a newborn leaf
shines
like a perfect word chosen
to
speak the color green into the wind.
Her
happy shush~shush like a muted
c..
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A Poem by Vol
STY WARDENS
When Cape Canaveral was
my home, I’d watch the sky
split
open for our fiery tubes of
hubris.
I used to watch rocke..
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A Poem by Vol
SYLVIA 1I’m always watching. After all,there are connectionsthat begto be made becauseeverythingis disparateand wants joining.Thesapphire of thi..
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A Poem by Vol
SYLVIA 1
I’m always watching. After
all,
there are connectionsthat begto be made becauseeverythingis disparateand wants joining.Thesapph..
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A Poem by Vol
I
suppose everyone dreams of perfection,
we
have the word, if not the thing itself.
At
first, when I was very small,
my
parents thought it..
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A Poem by Vol
The sere
of August has laid down
a ponderous weight. The sedge has withered
from
the lake and the tall horses in the pasture
down
the road gat..
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A Poem by Vol
The astronomy people say,
with
resonant overtones, there
is
nobility in all of us because
we
are made of “Star Stuff.”
Maybe
it&..
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A Story by Vol
06/18/2024FROM EMMAJOY,But could you PLEASE report the fact that I am not receiving reviews because there is no box for reviews on my page. Has been g..
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A Poem by Vol
The sky has no idea
why
you shake your fist
at
the dark, the stars, your
tiny
idea of God because
you’ve
suffered from your
own
h..
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