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Percy Bysshe Shelley: England in 1819

 . An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring; Rulers who neither see nor … Continue reading

June 8, 2017 · 1 Comment

Jenne’ Andrews: After A Friend’s Caesarean Section

Imagine what it is like even now When they force a child from a woman Who lies gaunt and shallow-breathed Under ether, with forceps clamped To the dolphin-slick temples Of … Continue reading

June 7, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jo McDougall: Advice to the Next of Kin

Sweep away the phone call, the image of the crash. Make a mantle of green snakeskin, the eye of an owl, an oriole wing. Slip that over your shoulders. Spit … Continue reading

June 6, 2017 · 1 Comment

Angele Ellis: Reading the Cup

Unfathomed, the deep blue sea is black and bitter – Arabic coffee boiled three times in a copper pot. Drink to the silted grounds in heart-scalding gulps. Turn your cup … Continue reading

June 5, 2017 · Leave a comment

Majid Naficy: Conquering the Garden

Larks do not send troops As noisy crows do And have better ways To conquer the garden. In a respite between two storms They come out of their shelters And … Continue reading

June 3, 2017 · Leave a comment

Leonard Gontarek: Why Putin Hacked The Election 

All winter long I received emails offering bulbs and seeds from a place named Eden. And then it happened. False spring. Crocus broke through dead leaves. Small trees were reported … Continue reading

June 2, 2017 · Leave a comment

Al Maginnes: Creative Writing

Life isn’t like that, one student says, objecting to the end of Raymond Carver’s “Cathedral,” how it leaves the narrator, eyes closed, between his wife and her blind friend, everything … Continue reading

June 1, 2017 · 4 Comments

Dawn Potter: Hearth Song

Nevertheless, blindly, we smile: and again our ancient vision sponges paint and sunlight,   our ears prick at the stuttering clock, the hiss of tires on pavement. Blindly,   a … Continue reading

May 31, 2017 · Leave a comment

Video: Adriano Celentano performs “Prisencolinensinainciusol”

Vox Populi contributing editor John Samuel Tieman says of this video:  . I love this song. I first heard it on the TV show Fargo. . Wikipedia says, “The song … Continue reading

May 30, 2017 · Leave a comment

Deborah Bogen: This Poet’s Occasional Alternative

after the great Grace Paley to mark these dark and dangerous times   I was going to write a poem I made a call instead it took about the same … Continue reading

May 29, 2017 · 1 Comment

Justin Vicari: Sun-Bleached Zapruder

July 28, 1929 – May 19, 1994 Jacqueline Kennedy died on my birthday, in her Manhattan apartment with only her attorney present and a few close friends. Stoically, independently, behind … Continue reading

May 27, 2017 · Leave a comment

Kareem Tayyar: My Father’s Favorite Bookstore in Shiraz

Is on a small side street a few miles from his house. “What wonders it has,” he tells me, As if he were describing King Arthur’s castle, Or the Impressionist … Continue reading

May 26, 2017 · Leave a comment

Chard deNiord: Herr President

Ringed with a scum of chicken-necked bosses he toys with the tributes of half-men. — From “The Stalin Epigram” by Osip Mandelstam Have you no sense of decency, sir?— Joseph … Continue reading

May 25, 2017 · 1 Comment

Ellen McGrath Smith: Deconfliction Dance Party

  What’s your mood and modus operandi? We’ve got many rooms, one for every need and every provisional alliance, each contingency. Sound-proofed so your experience will not be compromised. Here’s … Continue reading

May 24, 2017 · 2 Comments