Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Rachel Hadas: The Mothers on the Wall

Young men stamping; clouds of dust their feet
Stir up; the gleaming weapons and the heat –
the women, poised and fearful, gazing down
as the squadron marches out of town

April 19, 2021 · Leave a comment

Paul Christensen: Rainy and Cold Today

The soul is hungry in spring, and there is only the crisp, silent air to feed it.

April 18, 2021 · 3 Comments

Lisel Mueller: Alive Together

Speaking of marvels, I am alive
together with you, when I might have been
alive with anyone under the sun

April 16, 2021 · Leave a comment

Jason Irwin: A Stillness Nearly Mineral | The poetry of Robert Gibb

A stillness which is very nearly mineral
Keeps insisting upon the essential
Loneliness with which this light is filled.

April 16, 2021 · Leave a comment

George Drew: Early Morning at the West Side Y

My God! The man with long white hair
waiting for an elevator on the thirteenth floor
is Edgar Winter, blear-eyed from a night
spent raising the roof at the Fillmore East.

April 15, 2021 · 1 Comment

Susan Kelly-DeWitt: Angel Behind Bars

It was hard to tell if they were raising or lowering it
into or out of the Parisian light.

April 14, 2021 · 4 Comments

Jose Padua: Union Square

their crazy dad, his singular
song, with the only people putting money
in his cup looking as crazy as he did

April 13, 2021 · 4 Comments

Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Clouds Heave

His cat mourned better than I, lying
on her side for weeks across his room’s threshold

April 12, 2021 · 2 Comments

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

Molly Fisk: How to Stop

It depends on the way you were broken:
Body from soul? Mind from memory?

April 12, 2021 · Leave a comment

Nina Kossman: The Bomb

A bomb said to a city:
“I’m falling.”

April 12, 2021 · 3 Comments

Michael Simms: Coming to Terms

There is no lasting happiness
in this world, only
particles of happiness,
fleeting, unpredictable,
transitory as a fragrance
or a falling leaf

April 10, 2021 · 28 Comments

Leigh Hunt: Jenny Kiss'd Me

Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!

April 9, 2021 · 5 Comments

William Hathaway: The Quiet of the Sky

Quietly, though. The sort of view
people look at and say awesome
while taking pictures of their faces
with their phones with nature scenes
behind them…

April 8, 2021 · Leave a comment

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