Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Rita Sims Quillen: Sugar-n-Spice, Etc.

Once we sneaked out of a slumber party
tiptoed onto an icy bridge
still in our babydoll pajamas and
froze our prissy asses off

April 12, 2021 · 1 Comment

John Clare: To John Clare

Well, honest John, how fare you now at home?

March 26, 2021 · Leave a comment

Wesley Wildman: News from Trump Country

These are actual news items.

March 6, 2021 · 3 Comments

Judith Sanders: The Rubber Woman

I have a thousand uses:
crash dummy, sex toy, punching bag, life raft.

March 6, 2021 · 3 Comments

Ellen McGrath Smith: On Being a Late-Night Motion Detector Detector

Two tiny yellow eyes stared back at me from the shadows near the shed. This has happened with my dog and with my cats, but I had never experienced this with a rat.

March 4, 2021 · 3 Comments

Jeffrey Harrison: The Mount

the blue-jeaned ass of the one on top
moving up and down, pelvis cramming
noiselessly into the rump of the one
underneath, whose vacant eye
caught mine for an instant as I walked past

March 2, 2021 · 1 Comment

James Joyce: Thus the Unfacts

Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday.

March 2, 2021 · 1 Comment

Matt Hohner: Where Are You Sending Your Poems This Week?

I’m sending my poems to reform school.
To prison. To the front lines. Straight to hell
on a one-way ticket.

February 23, 2021 · 3 Comments

Gerry LaFemina: Security

My carry-on flagged for protein
bars that might be plastique, & I failed
the swab test, some residue battery acid
or fertilizer on my fingertips.

February 16, 2021 · 3 Comments

Paul Hostovsky: Wincing at the Beautiful

So my friend Phil is telling me how
he can’t get a date
how he loves women and how
they’re always giving him looks
so I ask him what kind of looks

February 13, 2021 · 2 Comments

Video: Thirsty Kevin’s Big Date

Kevin goes on his first date in 20 years, but makes one disastrous mistake.

February 13, 2021 · 2 Comments

Kenneth Fearing: LOVE, 20 Cents The First Quarter Mile

I forgive you for being beautiful and generous and wise.
I forgive you, to put it simply, for being alive, and pardon you, in short, for being you.

February 12, 2021 · 4 Comments

BJ Ward: In Memoriam | The Victims of the Bowling Green Massacre

Here’s to the blood that wasn’t shed,
That still courses through hearts and
untroubled heads—

February 9, 2021 · 1 Comment

Marina Tsvetaeva: Thank God for the Rich

For their root, putrid and loose,
For their weeping-wound from the cradle,
For their perplexing habit of taking
More from my pocket into their pocket.

January 22, 2021 · 2 Comments

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