Somehow, brazen crimes by the former fascist-in-chief keep surfacing. (Feel free to stop now if you understandably don’t want to read any more about this affront to humanity. Lamentably, it’s … Continue reading →
Some humans really don’t object to dying
as much as they hold dear an asshat’s right
to choose to spread disease over complying
And you, who came in here wearing rings,
but without your head,
leave your rings by the door,
and put your head on
Ladies Room is a film about women in films. It features a group of ladies in the ladies’ room, talking about the things women talk about. If it sounds simple, it’s because it is.
For convenience, I & my life partner
(the woman formerly known as my wife)
have numbered our arguments.
At the end of each year, I enjoy compiling a list of the Vox Vopuli posts which attracted the most viewers. This year, for the first time, I’m also noting the single most popular post in each category since VP was founded in April, 2014. If you see an author or title that looks interesting, I hope you’ll visit (or re-visit) the post. Thank you for being part of our community! — Michael Simms, editor
Viktor Leth, who has never been on a date, accidentally sits down at the wrong table with the slightly older and married Rebekka. This is the start of a weird and wild night for the two of them in which Viktor learns more about life and love than most people do in a lifetime
It wasn’t bigger than a breadbox.
It wasn’t smooth as glass.
It didn’t smell good or bad
Or have any taste whatsoever.
One of my first mentors was Mac McInerny, an old farmer who hired me when I was 16 to work in his greenhouse and to do handyman repairs for his friends. We drove around town in his beat-up pickup truck delivering gravel and lumber, fixing roofs and planting trees.
Our World Is Increasingly Like a Science-Fiction Novel.
the enemy with a thousand faces
the mentor with a thousand faces
the waitress with a thousand faces
Last night, I bought a 12-pack of tacos
at Taco Bell, not because I was
especially hungry, but because I could.
When I grow up, I want to be a fish,
a big blue fish if I ever grow up.
These years of love
have sustained me far beyond anything
I ever could have imagined; a dusting to
an inch of snow overnight on cold asphalt
resulting in a two hour delay is all part
of the good life.