Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Nature, and Politics

Doug Anderson: On Politics, Poetry and Love

Truth pronounced begins to petrify. Except in the case words so woven they keep an inner fire alive that flares at the reader’s breath. Poetry is yeast inside language. Imagination … Continue reading

August 26, 2016 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: The Eye of the Heart

Opens in sleep when there are no fingers to close it. As if it were dead. It is open all day as well but only speaks in the dark when … Continue reading

August 19, 2016 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: The Men Who Fought the War

The Vietnam War lives in kind of a fog just off our left shoulder. It hovers there, will not go away, demands to be seen. But we don’t look. It … Continue reading

August 7, 2016 · 2 Comments

Doug Anderson: The Shoplifter

When the security guard Grabbed him by his jacket When he ran He wriggled out of it Left the guard Holding it, like a lizard’s tail In a cat’s mouth. … Continue reading

July 22, 2016 · Leave a comment

Doug Anderson: Number 1 Broadway Local, 1981

Armpits soaked through shirts, through suit jackets, urinous funk of a madwoman sleeping, taking up two seats in a subway car crammed with the silent going home, the last bit … Continue reading

July 14, 2016 · Leave a comment

Doug Anderson: Street Photography

Wonder how long it took people to get over the shock of the first photographs, the exact replication of the human image? Was it eerie? Did people feel that something … Continue reading

May 21, 2016 · 2 Comments

Doug Anderson: How Nazis

The man in the driver’s seat of the minivan is just short of backhanding his wife but screams instead. The contractor towing a backhoe shouts at a woman who has … Continue reading

May 5, 2016 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: Procedure

While the doctors were riding around in me in their little chrome submarine, and a sniper with his snippers stood by the bay door poised to pluck any polyp stupid … Continue reading

April 22, 2016 · 2 Comments

Doug Anderson: A Marriage

There is the infatuation with poetry, the first publication, first book, first prize, the dreams of fame and universal importance and then there is the marriage to poetry, the fading … Continue reading

March 24, 2016 · 2 Comments

Doug Anderson: Waiting for the Marriage Counselor

The skeletal bride and groom in the little glass box. The sugar skulls. Let us love one another and not wake the graveyard with our bickering. How we make war … Continue reading

March 8, 2016 · 2 Comments

Doug Anderson: Mother Death

Week doesn’t go by I don’t think of them, the men I couldn’t help, watched their lips turn blue then rattle out their soul it’s not easy to concentrate with … Continue reading

February 11, 2016 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: Odysseus

It does not happen as they say, the body sluffing off and leaving light. No. It’s terrible. All those Who came home whole from Troy now in nursing homes in … Continue reading

February 5, 2016 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: Embracing Imperfection

I knew it would happen sooner or later. Now someone is claiming that Mother Teresa was a bitch. I think that we create problems for ourselves when we imagine that … Continue reading

January 28, 2016 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: There is a point beyond believing

There is a point beyond believing where you don’t have to try, where the wonder of what simply is blooms in the silence. — Copyright 2016 Doug Anderson

January 21, 2016 · Leave a comment