Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Jon Tribble: Missionary Barrel

for my father   Like a loose plank on a flatbed Ford skittering and shimmying the bolt free, your life has shaken out the cotton fields in Limestone County, the … Continue reading

December 2, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jon Tribble: Anubis Online

… every god that is dead can be conjured again to life, as any fragment of rock from a hillside, set respectfully in a garden, will arrest the eye. —Joseph Campbell, … Continue reading

November 28, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jon Tribble: War

Red maple, sweetgum slashed and torn out by the roots so we could build a jungle underneath the pines, so our camouflage would blend us with crows’ panic, with honeysuckle … Continue reading

October 4, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jon Tribble: 38,000,000 Reasons

I had left the Colonel and his kitchen behind for good and was detoxing as a movie theater usher in the last of my senior year of high school, but … Continue reading

August 16, 2017 · Leave a comment

Jon Tribble: Ball and Pivot

. Jerry looked better than any hog-faced man should, a Porky Pig grin always on his face, happy to meet us each time he came around to fix what had … Continue reading

May 7, 2015 · Leave a comment

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