CANDYA Poem by VolThe book of poems on that dusty shelf has the collected works of Wallace Stevens. I can’t stand that b*****d, but I owe him everything; his little Tennessee anecdote woke me up. An old fox English teacher, Mrs. Hull, threw me right into the heart of that briar patch to play with the glass jar, where I found a home better than Brer Rabbit could have dreamed up. And I’ve lived there ever since, crawling around through everything from D. H. Lawrence to Bukowski and all the rest. So, now, the cupped palms on my hands hold enough of time and space that sometimes it drips off the ends of my fingers to make something sensual as the notes slipping soft and sweet from Pete Fountain’s Licorice stick. © 2023 VolReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 20, 2023 Last Updated on April 20, 2023 AuthorVolGouge Eye, TXAboutMy name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..Writing
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