Speaking with voters face-to-face is one of the best ways to educate, persuade, and mobilize them to vote for a candidate or cause, making door-to-door canvassing an essential part of any political campaign.
I can’t help but be in love
with the blissful light of lemonade at noon
And gazpacho in the evening
a slice of lime hanging by its wound
My native tongue doesn’t allow
the imperfect tense, so it’s difficult
to say how something might used
to happen but no more.
The best sandwich I’ve ever eaten I bought at a food stand in the Austin airport years ago. A thin layer of guacamole on one thick slice of seed bread, a thin layer of humus on the other slice, and bean sprouts, chopped tomato and pepper relish in between. Since then, I’ve made variations on that sandwich many times.
Those of us who wish to follow a spiritual path cannot ignore the malevolent policies of our government.
In 1970 I went to my first anti-war demonstration. I was sixteen and my cousin Michael Ashie (People introduced us as “This is my friend Michael and this is his … Continue reading →
By Tatatungia the witch, known as The Wanderer, visiting the court of Queen Oleanna Vth
Please join us today, Saturday May 18, 11amPDT, 2pmEDT for a Poetry Reading by Laure-Anne Bosselaar and Michael Simms
I’ve received a number of complaints that Vox Populi’s coverage of the current conflict in Gaza is one-sided, and I have to admit it is true.
My husband is a farmer, so we often wake up before first light, and I go off on my own with a big cup of coffee to scribble in my notebook for a few hours.
Suppose you held what you love so tightly
you broke it
Suppose you let something slip away
We are so excited to celebrate the 10th anniversary of Vox Populi, a curated webspace for Poetry, Politics, and Nature. The site was started by Pittsburgh poet Michael Simms as a way to connect with his peers in letters, and what better way to ring in ten years than with other Pittsburgh poets, on a date that also coincides with Michael’s 70th birthday!
her father sitting alone in his underwear
having stripped off his blackened clothes
and leaving them on the back porch,
white skin of his legs, black dust on his face
You want to lie down in the lost field
of your courage and sleep
beside the blurred road of snow
Michael Simms: A Commentary on the Saga of Milon Redshield
By Tatatungia the witch, known as The Wanderer, visiting the court of Queen Oleanna Vth