Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Arlene Weiner: November

He tears off summer’s dress,
exposes trunk and limb, threatens
worse coming. Yet he brings gifts…

November 4, 2019 · 1 Comment

Karen Friedland: Gone

Gone is the old grove of green trees

Gone is the once-young, dancing body I had

October 22, 2019 · 1 Comment

Robert Frost: “Out, Out—”

The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.

October 11, 2019 · 1 Comment

John Keats: To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To … Continue reading

October 26, 2018 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Romero: Carrying a Sign

Leaves on the wind circle in the air Like emissaries from another world Frantic warnings No one heeds them, they Push toward their usual destinations With their everyday faces   … Continue reading

October 15, 2018 · Leave a comment

Paul Christensen: After the Equinox

It’s fall here in southern France. The tourists have thinned out to a trickle of rubbernecks aiming their smart phones at almost anything green or shaggy with vines. They hardly … Continue reading

October 7, 2018 · Leave a comment

Paul Christensen: The Fall Weather

The first chill of autumn is threading its way through the trees, like a brown yarn among the dense green flags. It’s exhilarating. I’m happy. I don’t care how many … Continue reading

September 18, 2017 · Leave a comment

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