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A Poem by Vol
When you
ride alone,
there
is time to think
between
the trees
and
fences on either side;
a
little thought breaks free
and
tumble..
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A Poem by Vol
Out here in the woods,my home rests on the hillwhere we cut a shelf to make room for a patio, the house and ten feet of front yard. Saturday drizzled ..
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A Poem by Vol
In my other worldthere
is more shade
than
sun.
The
nap of a Tennessee carpet
rolling
over every hill and mountain,
across
the creeks a..
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A Poem by Vol
The
thing is, I need a little poison.
I’ve
lived too safe in the recesses
of
this space I’ve defined. In the
harsh
winter of my ..
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A Poem by Vol
COMFORT
FOOD
Remember
that
weekend at the lake?
A dim room in the cottage
a
rough wooden table
a
crockery bowl,
cracked…
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A Poem by Vol
A
dry leaf scuttles into non-sensual contact
with
the water to sail a little while in the wind;
I
am jostled from my reverie by noisy people
d..
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A Poem by Vol
In the tight confluence of
Tennesseeridges,
the sky above the tor out frontdiffuses
from gray to dusty blue.
I
am up before the sun.
My
cof..
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A Poem by Vol
HERE
YA GO
I
don’t know man,
I
was just sittin’ an’ thinkin’
about
some of what changes
when
you..
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A Poem by Vol
STRAWBERRY FIELDS
I sometimes did an experiment
with my students because perspective
is everything, well,
except for the
lies we t..
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A Poem by Vol
COFFEE
Slow
sip of steam and bitter brown.
Ahh!
Coffee!
Out
here in what’s left of the farm,
in the garden she planted for me,
i..
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