Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Man at the Museum of Modern Art

Why do I follow him — what
is it that makes me do that, often, in streets or
subways even, getting off before my stop
to follow a man, woman, couple?

June 12, 2019 · Leave a comment

Cornelius Eady: Charlie Chaplin Impersonates a Poet

Here is the little tramp, standing
On a stack of books in order
To reach the microphone

June 11, 2019 · 1 Comment

Hayden Saunier: After Watching the Attorney General Testify, May 1, 2019

I’m back outside, hands deep in dirt and dirt’s
the only thing that’s telling truth today.

June 10, 2019 · Leave a comment

Video: “Optimism” by Jane Hirshfield

out of such persistence arose turtles, rivers,
mitochondria, figs—all this resinous, unretractable earth

June 9, 2019 · 1 Comment

Emily Dickinson: We grow accustomed to the Dark

We grow accustomed to the Dark –
When light is put away –
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye

June 7, 2019 · 2 Comments

Michael Simms: The Parliament of Trees

The next morning I rode my bicycle to Wolf Corner where coyotes and dogs were
Hung on a wooden rack to discourage coyotes

June 6, 2019 · 6 Comments

Sharon Fagan McDermott: Meditation on a Sanctuary

And still there is shelter in shade
and pummeling rain, in the produce aisle
with its mounds of lemons, nectarines.

June 5, 2019 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: Walking to Prospect Hill and Back on These Still Slow Days of Spring

our days growing warmer, our nights
shorter as we cross paths with every-
thing that lives and breathes or flies

June 4, 2019 · 3 Comments

Matt Hohner: Cold Spring Lane

Seven years before she’d leave us, our family is still
growing. I am three…

June 3, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sandra McPherson: Drunkard’s Path

From the table I selected a Big Book:
“The more hopeless he feels, the better.”

June 3, 2019 · Leave a comment

Peter Schireson: Awakening

The monk sits
upright, unmoving
in the garden

June 1, 2019 · 1 Comment

John Clare: The Badger

The badger grunting on his woodland track
With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black
Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes
A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes.

May 31, 2019 · Leave a comment

Rick Campbell: My Uncle’s Hunting Trailer

I don’t remember
pulling the trigger, but the pistol kicked hard,
the air exploded; I missed the can.

May 30, 2019 · Leave a comment

Molly Fisk: Orion Over Burning Man

Last night at dusk a log cabin rumbled past,
front porch with three rockers, gable window.

May 29, 2019 · 1 Comment

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