Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Elizabeth Jacobson: Which Yellow Bird

Just to the right of the lifeguard shack, a couple was fucking on a chaise longue . in the first row of many rows of chairs which had been set … Continue reading

April 29, 2019 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Jacobson: Welcome

When I get to the hospital I see that someone has sent my grandmother a big bouquet of pink roses and the card reads: Welcome. Nana laughs and sticks the … Continue reading

March 30, 2019 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Jacobson: Next to You, Permanence

I wrapped the corpse of a juvenile bull snake I found on the road around a slender branch of a young aspen tree, coiling it into three even loops. The … Continue reading

January 18, 2019 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Jacobson: Birds Eating Cherries from the Very Old Tree

I thought I would make a short list of what is not a feeling. Birds are not feelings. Birds eating cherries from the tree are not feelings. This is the … Continue reading

December 17, 2018 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Jacobson: The Cows

Now that I have read this story about the cows I think of them at night when I cannot sleep, how they are so still in their grassy field, seemingly … Continue reading

November 19, 2018 · Leave a comment

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