Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Fred Everett Maus: In the Women’s Prison

[This poem is made of words from a meditation group in a maximum security prison]   A woman meditates silently for two minutes, eyes closed—   Always a block party … Continue reading

November 17, 2017 · Leave a comment

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

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