Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Majid Naficy: The Engraver

You put on your eyeglasses
And read me your daughter’s will
Word by word.

June 17, 2021 · 1 Comment

Dawn Potter| Nocturne: A Marriage

In the ancient night
the vines of summer choke
breath choke memory
blooms fatten and fall

June 16, 2021 · Leave a comment

Steve Kowit: Intifada

bekippad Sabras dance thru the Tel Aviv streets chanting
gleefully: No school tomorrow in Gaza; all of their children are dead. 

June 15, 2021 · 3 Comments

Linda Parsons: Checkers with my Granddaughter

She’s not out for blood but, like her father,
a natural strategist and soon has me
in her grasp.

June 14, 2021 · 4 Comments

Video: Ode to Desolation

Jim Henterly mans the historic fire tower on Desolation Peak, where he safeguards not only the surrounding national park lands, but the proud and passionate history of his profession.

June 13, 2021 · 1 Comment

Jose Padua: Silent Tongues in the House of the Rising Sun

what’s even more beautiful
is that tonight in my small sleepy town
I can look up to the sky and see
a deep blue silence surrounding
a half, nearly see-through moon

June 12, 2021 · Leave a comment

Aidan Rooney: Tropical Evening (after Ida Faubert)

Come breathe with me the sidewalk scents and
exhale into the night my erratic soul.

June 11, 2021 · 3 Comments

Daisy Fried: So Much Depends on WCW

William Carlos Williams was a furious poetic revolutionary — furiously working over a lifetime to reinvent American poetry, furious at poetry he considered backward, and at critics and editors who … Continue reading

June 11, 2021 · 4 Comments

Vincent Spina: Homage to the Fifties

crazy in love, continued like the flow
of a small and quiet river, hoping
one day to console a little white cloud
that cried at the end of another river

June 10, 2021 · 1 Comment

Emily De Ferrari: Sicilian Triptych

These honest waters, flow over the ancient debauchery of Baiae,
over the volatility of Marsili, bring to shore the bodies
but we do not see them.

June 9, 2021 · 5 Comments

Jose A. Alcantara: Divorce

He has flown headfirst against the glass
and now lies stunned on the stone patio,
nothing moving but his quick beating heart.

June 8, 2021 · 3 Comments

Molly Fisk: Phil, Who Loved the Giants

The bra I took off at 4:45 through the sleeve of my dress
and put down somewhere I find on my grandmother’s hutch
in the kitchen, incongruous, surrounded by jars of jam

June 7, 2021 · 1 Comment

Sydney Lea: Sunday Morning

…his left ring finger was hewn at the knuckle quite some years ago.  If I think hard enough, I can remember when he was secretive about that injury. He kept the disfigured hand in his pocket or behind his back as much as he could.

June 6, 2021 · 1 Comment

Michael T. Young: Dutch Hex Signs

They spoke a language that smelled of horsehair
and tasted of apple butter and red beet eggs

June 4, 2021 · 4 Comments

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