Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Hayden Saunier: A Cartography of Home

My mother was a place. She was the where
from which I rose.

March 31, 2021 · 7 Comments

Carolyn Miller: Three Poems

And in the evening, after the sun had set 
and the birds were alighting in the trees, my mother, 
in her housedress and apron and cheap leather shoes 
and my father’s dress socks, went out to water the flowers…

March 29, 2021 · 1 Comment

Judith Alexander Brice: My Papa’s Music

We weren’t a talking family
especially when it came
to discussing why I locked myself
in the bathroom upstairs

January 13, 2021 · 5 Comments

Valerie Bacharach: Gratitude Journal

I was sure that I had failed my mother, unable to keep her in her home, as I had once promised.

December 29, 2020 · 6 Comments

Rosaly DeMaios Roffman: Writing Prompt #2 | An Imaginary Phone Call

Make an imaginary phone call to some person or thing to tell them something you never told them.

December 5, 2020 · 4 Comments

Edna St. Vincent Millay: The courage that my mother had

The courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarried;
Now granite in a granite hill.

May 10, 2020 · 1 Comment

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