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A Poem by Vol
THE MUSIC CONSPIRACY ORTWENTY-SIX MUSIC DEVICESIN A GOLFING CATALOGUEI think the human race is making up for lost timewhen the only music we e..
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A Poem by Vol
It was the sixties after all,but
I think you had to be there.It
is hard to describe the deep
human
zeitgeist morphing from
Elvis
Presley int..
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A Poem by Vol
By city standards, the
wilderness
behind my house is vast and
inhabited by all the usual
denizens,
some of whom make it difficult
t..
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A Poem by Vol
In
Memphis, a long time ago, cold was a new
adventure
of hunting on my uncle’s farm
for
rabbits and squirrel, fried up by Mama
and
s..
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A Poem by Vol
It’s rained like I can’t
remember
and the Llano Estacado is
green
in a million hues. Even the
steep
walls of every ravine ca..
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A Poem by Vol
THERE
IS NO REALITY
WITHOUT
WORDS
If
I jump up and down
what
kind of butterfly effect
makes
a grain of sand tremble
over
the..
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A Poem by Vol
Traveling
along the evergreen trails
something
went amiss,
I
came upon a long dry spell
it
should not be like this.
There
I broke my brittl..
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A Poem by Vol
TRUTH?
IF YOU SAY SO
AI can perfectly reproduce a
voice
after listening for three
seconds,
and there are programs to
manipulat..
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A Poem by Vol
I’ve
encountered Ravens three times,
I
was introduced to the drum that was
Edgar
Allen Poe’s haunted heartbeat;
he
was wor..
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A Poem by Vol
I love
the swordplay of our .
quiet
times together,
fencing
with tender touches
and
upraised glances; quicksilver cuts,
afraid
we might ..
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