Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Nature, and Politics

Molly Fisk: The October Garden

If you were zinnia, still bright in the October garden, and I the last orange cosmos. If you were catmint blue draping yourself over the cinder block wall and I … Continue reading

October 7, 2017 · Leave a comment

John Samuel Tieman: Strange Angels

  the burnt torso of a monk an enemy monk tonight a cigarette glows in the dark and is crushed . I’ve been asked to teach a course in American … Continue reading

October 6, 2017 · Leave a comment

The dirty poet: i’m actually arguing with a robot here at work

the future i’m actually arguing with a robot here at work a mobile linen cart rolls up to me and intones approaching elevator, please stand aside i’m not moving a … Continue reading

October 5, 2017 · 3 Comments

Jon Tribble: War

Red maple, sweetgum slashed and torn out by the roots so we could build a jungle underneath the pines, so our camouflage would blend us with crows’ panic, with honeysuckle … Continue reading

October 4, 2017 · Leave a comment

Joan E. Bauer: Manzanar

Manzanar   for Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston,             author of Farewell to Manzanar   The word, Spanish for apple orchard but by 1942, no orchards in the Owens Valley.   Water … Continue reading

October 3, 2017 · 1 Comment

Kenneth Rexroth: Portrait of the Author as a Young Anarchist

1917-18-19, While things were going on in Europe, Our most used term of scorn or abuse Was “bushwa.” We employed it correctly, But we thought it was French for “bullshit.” … Continue reading

October 2, 2017 · Leave a comment

Sarah Browning: Titian’s San Christoforo

Ducal Palace, Venice, 1523 The saint’s massive muscled arms – arms for the forge, for fighting, for tending   and laboring – reach toward heaven, toward the baby god on … Continue reading

October 1, 2017 · Leave a comment

Leslie McGrath: An Insight

Your heart’s just fine From an etherized twilight I hear myself disagree, I don’t think so He snorts Look at the screen to your left and I’m face-to-heart with my … Continue reading

September 30, 2017 · 4 Comments

David Ades: Bacha Posh

I am daughter of parents who needed a son, who needed someone to go out into the world, to work and support, to be a man.   I was a … Continue reading

September 29, 2017 · 1 Comment

Molly Fisk: A Brief for the Defense

The other night I was eating dinner with some friends and the conversation turned, as it does these days, toward the coming apocalypse. There was some talk about Victory Gardens, … Continue reading

September 28, 2017 · 5 Comments

Elizabeth Romero: Game

You be the man. I’ll be the woman. You be black. I’ll be white. You be paranoid. I’ll be ignorant.   Ready? Now we’ll fall in love. I’ll take it … Continue reading

September 27, 2017 · Leave a comment

Doug Anderson: Pilotless

We always thought, deep down, no matter how badly our politicians lied things would turn around. They always have. After all, this is America. We’ll never go the way of … Continue reading

September 25, 2017 · 2 Comments

Billy Clem: Autumn

Attending late flowers, I inhale low pressure. Four o’clocks trumpet their final purples and sumacs give a sudden red beat before they cut and bleed. Tall and brazen pink, surprise … Continue reading

September 23, 2017 · 4 Comments

Jose Padua: For the City and These Long Decades Spent Wandering

After dinner one evening my six year old son declares “Trump is a barbarian” from out of nowhere or anywhere I can immediately recall not that speaking the truth ever … Continue reading

September 22, 2017 · 2 Comments