Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Dawn Potter: Epithalamion for Grendel

He strides into storms, he wades into pools of silt.

July 29, 2019 · 3 Comments

Dawn Potter: Respectable Woman

No one could mistake me for a department-store model but I’ve kept my figure— not an inch of overflow, nothing to shock a stare. Express myself remains the motto, but … Continue reading

January 23, 2019 · Leave a comment

Dawn Potter: How to Ask for Money

Grandmother declared, after her third glass of rosé, that vehement was a flavor. Then she turned to stare at me. “A curtsey,” she trumpeted, “is a stitch in time!” She … Continue reading

November 12, 2018 · Leave a comment

Dawn Potter: Average Land

Even a person like you, paddling away in your outrigger canoe, counting strokes and plotting interviews with fans (or, contrariwise, splitting your proud bow on a sharp rock and girding … Continue reading

September 24, 2018 · 2 Comments

Dawn Potter: Lost Time

In “my dream about time,” the poet Lucille Clifton writes of “a woman unlike myself” who “is running down the long hall of a lifeless house.” I am fifty-two years … Continue reading

May 13, 2018 · 2 Comments

Dawn Potter: Duet for Uncle Paul

. First Voice   Vibrating with sinusitis and a gum infection, I shift from one foot to the other as my father, your big brother,   creaks down onto his … Continue reading

December 26, 2017 · 3 Comments

Dawn Potter: This Guy in the Mug Shot

Chevrolet cowboy, milk-cow intimidator, today is not your day.   Slipping, dipping, hunting, mudding— another jagged ode in your Jägermeister.   Somewhere, island horses break trail, high on AC/DC and … Continue reading

June 15, 2017 · Leave a comment

Dawn Potter: Hearth Song

Nevertheless, blindly, we smile: and again our ancient vision sponges paint and sunlight, our ears prick at the stuttering clock, the hiss of tires on pavement. Blindly, a thought tumbles … Continue reading

May 31, 2017 · Leave a comment

Dawn Potter: Your Fate

No chance to deface erase retrace no no Chance to catch to recatch to Snatch out of nothing the something You mended defended tried to unfriend And it won’t leave … Continue reading

May 1, 2017 · Leave a comment

Dawn Potter: Letter from a Red County; or, The Election: A Love Story

Let me tell you about my friend. She helped me raise my babies, at a time when I was lonely and overwhelmed and bewildered and not at all good at … Continue reading

November 5, 2016 · 10 Comments

Dawn Potter: Dear Presidential Candidates — A Modest Proposal

Dear presidential candidates: Yesterday morning, my 18-year-old son came up with a brilliant proposal for campaign reform. He and I spent much of our day together elaborating its details; and … Continue reading

November 24, 2015 · 6 Comments

Dawn Potter: Speaking of Sorrow

My son is seventeen years old, and he has a broken heart. Of course I also had a broken heart when I was seventeen, but what does that matter? My … Continue reading

June 18, 2015 · 4 Comments

Dawn Potter: Company Town

2011 E. B. Leisenring Jr., the scion of a powerful Pennsylvania coal family who led industry negotiators during a long and bitter mine workers’ strike in 1978, ignoring pleas by … Continue reading

January 29, 2015 · Leave a comment

Dawn Potter: Mr. Kowalski

1 In last night’s dream I was preparing myself to travel over the Tappan Zee Bridge on a moped at midnight in the sluicing rain. . I would have to … Continue reading

January 17, 2015 · 2 Comments

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