Christine Rhein: Miscarriage
I want to talk to you—Alito, Barrett,
Gorsuch, Kavanaugh, Roberts, Thomas
Richard Hoffman: Mourning Gaza
What does the pale infant turning to dust
in the gray light deep in the powdery rubble know
of the torn hands of her parents digging to find her?
Carmel Mawle: The Calisia
When Mama and Baba pulled us from under their bed, we stood where our wall had been and looked over the smoking city.
Bill McKibben: To Avoid Utter Ruin, We Must Turn Off the Fossil Fuel Volcano
We need to stand in awe for a moment before the scope of Earth’s long history. And then we need to get the hell to work.
Barbara Hamby: 17 Dollars
That’s how much the man who owned DuBey’s gave me
for my books that time you insisted
they were taking up space and we needed the money.
Michael Simms: Banned!
Vox Populi is not alone in experiencing censorship from Facebook which has often been accused of blocking messages critical of Israel and supportive of Palestine.
Kathryn Levy: Three Poems
The geese are calling—this is
time to depart. They gather and sink and
soar toward somewhere.
Video: Opulent Round Edible Object
A boy discovers a glitch which enables him to exchange cotton balls for cookies.
Betsy Sholl: Helium
Oh, sweet dream,
stay with lovers afloat and doe-eyed donkeys,
don’t let the wind shift to newsclips of burnt
steeples, smoldering hospitals and schools.
Robert Creeley: The Rain
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often?
Abby Zimet: U.S. Attorney In Charge of Trump Almost Shooting Is Haitian-American
We love the smell of irony and karma in the morning.
Jose Padua: The Shape I’m In
it was the middle of a Lower East Side winter and the heat
in my apartment that night was up so high, after being completely out
for a week, that I couldn’t help but feel sexy, knowing I had pork buns
in my tiny fridge
Peter Yeung: The Rights of Nature Prevail Again in Ecuador
The beguiling, mist-covered forest of Los Cedros provides a vision of a future where the rights of the natural world are actively and effectively protected.
Elise Paschen: Two Poems
Ruby-Throated, she
undaunted, taps the porch screen,
types tiny missives.
