Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Elizabeth Kirschner: Because the Sky is a Thousand Soft Hurts

Never forget how easily we love what survives to be loved.

June 15, 2020 · 1 Comment

Elizabeth Kirschner: Jones Beach

He went out. Into the ocean’s black maw. To save. To rescue. Didn’t, as they say, come back. Death is funny like that, precise, dissolute.

August 4, 2019 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Kirschner: The Story of Benjamin

Early July, ninety degrees in the shade and me in the crook of my mother’s arms. She has her movie star sunglasses on, purple cat-eye glasses with iris-tinted lenses.      … Continue reading

July 15, 2018 · 1 Comment

Elizabeth Kirschner: Bright as Guilt

Under the shadow of death, I drank my entire language, sucked the bones out of my hands. I drank until my bone marrow pickled and my eyes, their lids, turned … Continue reading

January 1, 2018 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Kirschner: Parochial Pain

Screened-in porch. In summer. Orchard darkness in a fox pelt of woods. Quiet flat as a dime, as the Midwest itself. I rock, smoke cigarettes. The bead-heads of tobacco smell … Continue reading

June 17, 2017 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Kirschner: Ice

Ice floes float down river, like a bas relief, or, or a lone grey monarch. I’m alone (in a junkyard of jumbo molars) adrift — Catastrophic bees, snow buzzes, drones … Continue reading

December 20, 2016 · Leave a comment

Enter your email address to follow Vox Populi and receive new posts by email.

Join 11,330 other followers

Blog Stats

  • 3,945,701 hits

Archives