Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Dawn Potter: Confused Prayer

Faith is a tattered blanket in this age
of fear: a drape of old skin, soul’s girth
swelling with sugar-song, a late-stage
hymn soldering heaven to earth

August 1, 2020 · 2 Comments

Dawn Potter: Concord Street Hymn

Yes, there will be
daffodils in every stanza of this poem
because it is spring in Maine

April 25, 2020 · 3 Comments

Dawn Potter: Sonnet in Search of Poems I’ve Never Written

I’ve been meaning to write about a patch of mossy
frogs’ eggs in a vernal pool, about a single contrail
chalking a blue November sky…

February 24, 2020 · 9 Comments

Dawn Potter: Canto

The season was autumn. Threads of smoke
unwound from the chimneys. Every compass pointed
toward winter.

November 10, 2019 · Leave a comment

Dawn Potter: A Listener Sends Six Letters to God, in Autumn

Last night, while I was at the piano,
my landlady pounded the butt end of a rusty musket
against my chamber door.
To all appearances, she hates my sonata.

September 21, 2019 · 2 Comments

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

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