Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Nature, and Politics

John Samuel Tieman: Tuesday

You think of Sigmund Freud. You have a little bust of him on your desk, one you bought at the Freud home when you and your wife were in Vienna. … Continue reading

April 19, 2016 · Leave a comment

Doug Anderson: Poetry, Gossip, and War (from a notebook)

James Frey’s A Million Little Pieces continues to sell and make money for his agent and publisher, who’ve disowned him. Initially he tried to sell the book as fiction but … Continue reading

December 29, 2015 · 5 Comments

Jose Padua: Every Evening Is a Train in the Unending Speed of Days

Every evening is a train. The floor is covered with toys, and every minute of the day a moment to imagine how colors begin, how sound arises from solid objects, … Continue reading

November 30, 2015 · 1 Comment

Bokar Rinpoche: Friendship

Like birds landing on a tree top together and then dispersing, we are together for a very short time. Therefore, it makes sense to live in harmony in unconditional friendship. … Continue reading

November 3, 2015 · Leave a comment

Jenne’ R. Andrews: Of Thanatos, the Footman

Naked you were luminous and all my cells photographed you, stayed with me all these years. But there was a shadow to that beauty. When we are older we acquire … Continue reading

October 28, 2015 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: The Idea of Order Near the Exit to the Interstate

This morning when I got to my local big chain coffee house I ordered a breakfast sandwich and the woman behind the counter asked me my name and I said … Continue reading

October 26, 2015 · 2 Comments

Video: Everlast — Letters Home from the Garden of Stone

A moving song from Everest’s album “Love, War, and the Ghost of Whitey Ford.”

October 24, 2015 · Leave a comment

Michael Waters: Chernobyl Necklace

. Among “countries that are counterfeits of Death,” Baudelaire in 1846 could not foresee Belarus Where throats festooned with red crescent scars Grin across schoolrooms and orphanage wards. . Even … Continue reading

October 8, 2015 · 1 Comment

John Samuel Tieman: Autumn

a withered branch a bird looking for some rest an autumn sunset even the stones in the stream seem tired of the old sun — still it’s strange – autumn … Continue reading

October 1, 2015 · 1 Comment

Elizabeth Gargano: Harvest

One morning the crows settle on the corn in our garden, dark flames on the candled stalks. . I plant a broom in the earth, straw end up, wrap it … Continue reading

September 23, 2015 · 1 Comment

Jose Padua: Legends and the Way We Used to Live

When I was young they told me the legend of the spontaneously combusting hogs. How they’d burst into flames and become roast pork right in the middle of the road, … Continue reading

September 21, 2015 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: In the Season of Blue Afternoons and Starry Starry Nights

. It’s 1979 and I’m just out of college and loving the landscape doing the only kind of traveling I can afford when the Greyhound bus stops along the highway … Continue reading

September 14, 2015 · Leave a comment

Philip Terman: The Frackin’ Poem

Scarlet tanagers, thrushes, warblers, hawks, spotted salamanders, skunk and possum, all the invisible insects— . the native shrubs, the wild flowers, all the trees cut down, the altered light patterns, … Continue reading

August 26, 2015 · Leave a comment

Jose Padua: Watching Television with my Mother

Watching television with my Mom sometimes it was professional wrestling and she’d go one two THREE whenever the bad guy heel got pinned by the babyface hero. She always liked … Continue reading

August 24, 2015 · Leave a comment