Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Siegfried Sassoon: Grandeur of Ghosts

How can they use such names and be not humble?
I have sat silent; angry at what they uttered.

May 25, 2020 · 4 Comments

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

Leslie McGrath: Baby Hippos, the Rain & Other People’s Pain

There are worse ways to waste time
than watching videos of baby hippos…

April 22, 2020 · Leave a comment

Video: Lunch Time

A 16-year-old Iranian girl has been notified by the local morgue to identify her mother’s body. Over the course of the next 15 minutes, this painful task proves to be more difficult than we could have ever imagined in Alireza Ghasemi’s engrossing and humanist portrait “Lunch Time.”

April 12, 2020 · 3 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

Chris Moran: After Reading Akhmatova

What can I name my grief, again, today?
A nickel frozen in the sidewalk?
A tumbling paper bag?

March 3, 2020 · 1 Comment

Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Stillbirth

I sometimes go months without remembering you.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.

February 17, 2020 · 3 Comments

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

Deborah Bogen: Season of Light — and of Darkness

If you happen to meet someone for whom the season of light is a reminder of a dark time, of a sorrow or a loneliness, take a moment and sit with them, let them be that dark. Believe in their sorrow as you believe also in joy. Believe in them.

December 22, 2019 · 1 Comment

Michael Simms: Antbed

You may remember my father
died when I was eight
my mother closed up
the house and we went to stay
with my grandmother for a few months

November 17, 2019 · 6 Comments

Allegra Harpootlian: Why I Weep While I Work

A majority of my day is spent bearing witness to the pain, fear, and terror that America’s actions have been causing across the Greater Middle East and North Africa.

November 1, 2019 · 2 Comments

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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