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Vincent Triola: Literary fiction, poetry, essays, & genre fiction.

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Leandra

Leandra

Vincent Triola

Leandra, hear me calling you Looking for us we never knew

Leandra

Vincent Triola

Leandra, hear me calling you Looking for us we never knew

Just a Little Too American

Just a Little Too American

Vincent Triola

I seem to remember writing this shortly after The Lost Vodka Infusion, upon return from a trip to her parent's home where her family and friends joked about race and...

Just a Little Too American

Vincent Triola

I seem to remember writing this shortly after The Lost Vodka Infusion, upon return from a trip to her parent's home where her family and friends joked about race and...

The Lost Vodka Infusion

The Lost Vodka Infusion

Vincent Triola

Feverishly I worked my craft Like a mad scientist on the verge of his greatest discovery

The Lost Vodka Infusion

Vincent Triola

Feverishly I worked my craft Like a mad scientist on the verge of his greatest discovery

Faith's Dichotomy

Faith's Dichotomy

Vincent Triola

I am a forgotten tree in humanity's garden Shading all those who believe, toiling in the Son's burden

Faith's Dichotomy

Vincent Triola

I am a forgotten tree in humanity's garden Shading all those who believe, toiling in the Son's burden

The Hard Life of the Rock Star

The Hard Life of the Rock Star

Vincent Triola

Sitting in my car listening to the radioHeaving smoke out the windowWaiting to work all day at the KFCDreading the grease, grime, and smell of chicken

The Hard Life of the Rock Star

Vincent Triola

Sitting in my car listening to the radioHeaving smoke out the windowWaiting to work all day at the KFCDreading the grease, grime, and smell of chicken

Summer drinks too many martinis.

Summer drinks too many martinis.

Vincent Triola

Fast stirring olives - At the bar saying - “I’m a bit racist” - Hand rising upward...

Summer drinks too many martinis.

Vincent Triola

Fast stirring olives - At the bar saying - “I’m a bit racist” - Hand rising upward...