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Phibby Venable
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in Denton, North Carolina, The United States
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December 2010
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Phibby Venable
I find a quiet spot, and imagine myself in a situation. I use all my senses to be there, and then write as though I am.
Phibby Venable
Writing is a form of work that takes place each moment. Even when I am just observing , or walking, I am writing.
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Women of the Round Table
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2010
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The Kaleidoscope Chronicles Poetry in Three Voices
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2009
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Dry Branch Hollow
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2013
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Blue Cold Morning
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2009
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The Wind Is My Wine
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2011
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My Life On Little River
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2011
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Bones of a Generous Woman: New and Selected Poems
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2013
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Uncertain Ships
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Blue Water Poems: poetry of the tides
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2010
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My Life On Little River: A Collection of Poetry
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“I was having trouble sleeping. This is not an uncommon thing, but because it eluded me so often, I had a passion for sleep. I had rituals that I rendered unto sleep, as though serving a goddess. White noise was key to the equation. I had a fan in the bedroom that rivaled a freight train in sound. I scented the sheets with sunflower spray, and kept an electric blanket on low for warmth. Surely sleep would be enticed.”
― Women of the Round Table
― Women of the Round Table
“now there is an aura of regret in the eyes of the bird
through the stiffened point of pain it stares at dawn
who will notice in the wild concert
if one bird fails to sing”
― Blue Cold Morning
through the stiffened point of pain it stares at dawn
who will notice in the wild concert
if one bird fails to sing”
― Blue Cold Morning
“When the music note grows tired
we will land on the wings of a guardian -
One already accustomed to my attempts to fly
One aware of my weakness for a beautiful try”
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we will land on the wings of a guardian -
One already accustomed to my attempts to fly
One aware of my weakness for a beautiful try”
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“I've always thought people would find a lot more pleasure in their routines if they burst into song at significant moments.”
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“Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.”
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“The belief that unhappiness is selfless and happiness is selfish is misguided. It's more selfless to act happy. It takes energy, generosity, and discipline to be unfailingly lighthearted, yet everyone takes the happy person for granted. No one is careful of his feelings or tries to keep his spirits high. He seems self-sufficient; he becomes a cushion for others. And because happiness seems unforced, that person usually gets no credit.”
― The Happiness Project
― The Happiness Project
“An Afternoon in the Stacks
Closing the book, I find I have left my head
inside. It is dark in here, but the chapters open
their beautiful spaces and give a rustling sound,
words adjusting themselves to their meaning.
Long passages open at successive pages. An echo,
continuous from the title onward, hums
behind me. From in here the world looms,
a jungle redeemed by these linked sentences
carved out when an author traveled and a reader
kept the way open. When this book ends
I will pull it inside-out like a sock
and throw it back in the library. But the rumor
of it will haunt all that follows in my life.
A candleflame in Tibet leans when I move.”
― The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems
Closing the book, I find I have left my head
inside. It is dark in here, but the chapters open
their beautiful spaces and give a rustling sound,
words adjusting themselves to their meaning.
Long passages open at successive pages. An echo,
continuous from the title onward, hums
behind me. From in here the world looms,
a jungle redeemed by these linked sentences
carved out when an author traveled and a reader
kept the way open. When this book ends
I will pull it inside-out like a sock
and throw it back in the library. But the rumor
of it will haunt all that follows in my life.
A candleflame in Tibet leans when I move.”
― The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems
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