Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Billy Clem: Winter

I’m eating at the local Shell, again, a hot dog, wrinkled as an old hitchhiker’s thumb, with a bag of chips and a lottery ticket I can’t devour but would … Continue reading

December 21, 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

Billy Clem: Spring in White

It’s April and the robins have returned and shit streaks long and white as pulled, uncolored taffy. They christen budding lawns, walkways, and streets   clear now for the ice … Continue reading

April 3, 2017 · Leave a comment

Billy Clem: About 40

This junk I’ve carried forty years On good days pees a single stream, But mostly just sticks to my thighs White as unseen fishes’ bellies. It’s all here for little … Continue reading

March 26, 2017 · Leave a comment

Billy Clem: Dear Lady Justice

Dear Lady Justice,   You are here without a summons. Voices insist you be taken   upstairs to crowds waiting to watch you, hear you proclaim   their imperative. Refuse, … Continue reading

March 19, 2017 · 3 Comments

Billy Clem: Winter’s Manly Art

Those times in the clearing, a startling bald spot, like the one on his head, the crown men grow to hate, I tried to speak to him. Useless for work, … Continue reading

March 4, 2017 · Leave a comment

Billy Clem: As My Death Approaches

I am gravely ill. Medical tests indicate that my blood and many of my internal organs now fail to perform necessary functions. My body, enervated, starving, looks and feels terrible. … Continue reading

February 22, 2017 · 19 Comments

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