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Jun.08.2011
My Life on Little River
My Life on Little River by Phibby Venable48 poems, 68 pages, $12.00Quill and Parchment Press2357 Merrywod Drive Suite A Los Angeles, CA 90046 Reviewed by Ed Bennett Water has been a part of poetic imagery since pre Homeric times. The palpable movement of a river lends itself to the passage of time...
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Oct.09.2010
Women of the Round Table
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Jul.21.2010
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Opacity of Green Boughs The opacity of the green boughs where I sit, filter out the rainbow's quiet descent. I find my own safe comfort from the rain. A coven of trees enough to keep me dry. The rain a downpour crystalized by sun. I feel the need to sleep, but I stay propped, against the largest...
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Mar.17.2010
  Appalachian Spring   Pastoral & elegant, I live in a tree a watercolor woman, an animated leaf Vigor pours out of the veins of the limb I have the great strength of an oak to live in On some days I move to the grief of a willow some days, cottonwoods, some days a bare...
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Mar.17.2010
  Appalachian Spring   Pastoral & elegant, I live in a tree a watercolor woman, an animated leaf Vigor pours out of the veins of the limb I have the great strength of an oak to live in On some days I move to the grief of a willow some days, cottonwoods, some days a bare birch From high  up...
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Jan.29.2010
Wrecks That Are Human I mean to pick the sweet mint that grows wild on the hillbeside the railroad tracks, but I hear voices and squat,narrowed into myself, and listening to the people under the trestle.I can see them too, a man says, Happy Jack, where the hellis that wood, and Happy Jack is...
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Jan.06.2010
An Opening in a Small Town I lived in a cotton town where the mouth of the mill fell open each morning and the people disappeared into the neck of it. They said I could work there too, when I was sixteen, and I did, but the lint settled on my lashes & in my throat. The knitting machines could...
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Jun.22.2009
Blue Cold Morning              Available on Amazon books...
A Hermit Mimosa Summer and the mimosaappears in an overhangof vague beauty.There is the subliminal hintof white in her hair.A dozen trees press close. Sometimes the wind liftsa pink strand of curl.Her fragility,  small antennas,of pale music notes.Sometimes a warrior oakshakes his hands free of...
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Jun.22.2009
Rain Song on Holston There is an island called Alimony Hillthat lies in the curve of the Holston.The men gather for comparsionsof censored paychecks & loungewith sympathetic women.They believe they have childrenthat chew on check stubs and wives that spend frivolously.There are verbatim frogs...
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Jun.22.2009
Red Clay Even in winter there is little reliefthe Carolina clay is clingingin relentless stains, thewater pipes must be replacedand the mud in stubborn spoilsleave deep red, and faded orangereminders on the rugs Nothing of us remains inthis tinted place, where even thesnow surrenders its deepest...
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