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Michael Simms: Civilization and Her Discontents

On the morning of the important day, Civilization woke up on the wrong side of bed again, rolled over and fell on the floor.

December 19, 2020 · 22 Comments

David Huddle: What is Unknown

When I tell her I’ve fallen for What Is Unknown, my mother’s face brightens. “She’ll be a good girlfriend for you,” my mother says. “Not stuck up like that trashy Well Known.

December 17, 2020 · 3 Comments

Michael Simms: André Breton and the Birth of Surrealism

The Poem was worried. He’d heard rumors of Rondels in other lands being infested with illogic, and there was no known cure.

December 12, 2020 · 13 Comments

John Lawson: Climax of a Story Never Told

It’s true: he and his blanket have grown old together here in the corner of the Episcopal church parking lot.

December 2, 2020 · 2 Comments

Meg Pokrass: The Interruption

I’ll do the liberating for both of us, doll, he says.

November 9, 2020 · 1 Comment

Ariel Dorfman: Sending Trump to Hell

For some time now, I’ve wanted to send Donald Trump to Hell. I mean this literally, not as a figure of speech. I want him to inhabit the palpable, sensory Hell that religions have long conjured up with scenes of sulfur, damnation, and screams of perpetual pain from those who once caused grievous harm to their fellow humans.

October 26, 2020 · 2 Comments

Sean Connolly: Sacrifice

You can’t educate a secret. Many defy time and live in the throats of birds chortling about the discovery of the universe, once and always hidden beyond sight.

October 1, 2020 · 1 Comment

Meg Pokrass: The Original Life of Bob

Bob’s ego sometimes got stuck and its nobody’s business where.

September 28, 2020 · 2 Comments

Susanna Lee: Jim Thompson is the perfect novelist for our crazed times

“The Killer Inside Me” is a testament to moral accountability exultantly shredded, and its resonance today is uncanny.

September 4, 2020 · Leave a comment

Meg Pokrass: Trophy Wife

It was the sound of our lawn, the hiss of sprinklers, that chilled me. That year Jack erected a barbed wire fence to keep the scum out, keep the Mansons away.

August 31, 2020 · 1 Comment

Video: My Expanded View

A Yoga tutorial. A collapsed body. An expanded view. Peace of mind gone horribly wrong.

August 22, 2020 · 4 Comments

Old Story: Auditing Grandpa

The IRS decided to audit Grandpa, and summoned him to the IRS office. The IRS auditor was not surprised when Grandpa showed up with his attorney.

August 15, 2020 · Leave a comment

Alexis Rhone Fancher: Post Mortem

It’s the last time, I swear, except this time I mean it. The last time I mourn Kate so hard I don’t eat, unless you consider alcohol a meal. The last time I drive drunk the five miles to Chuck’s house, at midnight, despondent, disheveled, swigging Stoli…

August 10, 2020 · Leave a comment

Michael Simms: A brief note to Vox Populi subscribers

Dear Friends, Just want to let you know that we’ve added two new categories to our menu of posts: Fiction and Literary Criticism and Reviews. The menu can be found … Continue reading

July 22, 2020 · 8 Comments

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