Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Elizabeth Jacobson: Dear Basho, 

Basho, what is the world if it is not this uneasy faith
puddling and drying as we thrust ourselves toward the sky?

March 4, 2019 · 1 Comment

Andrena Zawinski: Singing Bird Haibun

“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes,  and the grass grows by itself.” Basho . It is not a steely-eyed egret nor heft of pelican but just a singing bird that … Continue reading

March 6, 2018 · 1 Comment

Stephen Dobyns: Ducks

For David Fenza Warm in my truck by the lighthouse at Watch Hill on a sunny morning in mid-winter, I observe the ducks bobbing among ice-covered rocks and think of … Continue reading

June 25, 2017 · 3 Comments

Sam Hamill: Old Bones

I. All the quiet afternoon splitting wood, thinking about books, I remembered Snyder making a handle for an ax as he remembered Ezra Pound thirty years before, thinking about Lu … Continue reading

March 15, 2015 · 7 Comments

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