new poem: “Volumes” by Thomas Typewriter poetry The volume of the world knows no schedule, follows no calendar. Errant thoughts in an erratic vessel. Slow ambushes and unrequested surprise parties. replacing skin with brittle glass. Every touch razorwire. Share this: Print (Opens in new window) Print Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading...