Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Emily Dickinson: Grief is a Mouse

Grief is a Thief—quick startled—
Pricks His Ear—report to hear
Of that Vast Dark—
That swept His Being—back—

May 15, 2020 · 1 Comment

Sandy Solomon: Widow

An amputated leg, they say, tingles,
an ear long deaf still jangles the brain:
the body asserts the integrity of its parts…

April 29, 2020 · 2 Comments

Danusha Laméris: The Cat

After my brother died, his wife was sure he was living
inside their cat, Rocky. He’s in there, she’d say, staring into
those blank, yellow eyes. Isma’il? Isma’il? Can you hear me?

March 18, 2020 · 1 Comment

Jamie Lombardi: Marcus Aurelius helped me survive grief and rebuild my life

No matter how terrible what happened was, it is still our choice whether to understand our story as one of crippling defeat or a miraculous victory against the odds – even if all we do is get back up and learn to stand again.

March 8, 2020 · 1 Comment

Judith Sanders: The Farewell

“Picture a staircase,”
the hypnotist said.
“At the top, a door
will open
onto a landscape.”

January 31, 2020 · Leave a comment

Peter Schireson: Hinge

We hold her X-ray
up to the light—

September 19, 2019 · Leave a comment

Video: Mumford & Sons — “Beloved”

A boy visits his mother in the hospital and imagines a perfect day with her: And as you leave you must know you are belovedAnd as you leave I can … Continue reading

May 11, 2019 · Leave a comment

Edna St Vincent Millay: Ashes of Life

Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse

May 10, 2019 · 1 Comment

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