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A Poem by Vol
The
October ground was still warm enough
at
six this morning, so the cold front laid in
a
fog thicker than yesterday’s when my road rose
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A Poem by Vol
The old
woman next door
was
tall and thin
and
owned a stocks
she
kept on the ground
near
the fence where I lived.
I
was only four,
but
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A Poem by Vol
If they knew ink was flammable,
they would hide it from the poets.
Oh, I forget, they’ve left the building,
or most of them have, ..
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A Poem by Vol
I
heard the news today…
George
Harrison expects
to
die, just like all the rest.
My
sweet lord.
I
laid down by the water
a..
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A Story by Vol
“This poetry, which ignorant triflers cast aside, is a sort of fervid and exquisite invention, with fervid expression, in speech or writing, of ..
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A Poem by Vol
The
"Exotic" places I've known
are
all on this side of thebigwater.
Some
are magical. One ran along the
side
of "Dead Man's Curve" lined ..
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A Poem by Vol
The
existence of sensible numbers
is
irrational to me; my short-circuits
disallow
access to a world where
everything
can be quantifi..
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A Poem by Vol
"Reality
Doesn’t Exist Until We Measure It,
Quantum
Experiment Confirms,” or so they’d
have
us believe. Measure withwhat"I&..
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A Poem by Vol
Neurons, axons, winter trees,
and the river delta reach for
this moment inside, where my
blood boils and subsides like
steady breathing.
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A Poem by Vol
I’ve
kissed the darkness
more
than once
but
never had what it takes
to
move there, to live without
the
sun on my shoulders,...
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