Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Robert Wrigley: The Consciousness of Everything

That time’s lost now, when a stone could hurt,
when a feather missed its wing,
when sky kissed clouds and grass kissed dirt
and nothing thought itself just a thing.

May 26, 2020 · 2 Comments

Robert Wrigley: Two Poems

they rise and form their three- or four-bird patrols
leaving the haunted campus behind,
until the priest raven perches alone and calls,
in search of the people none of them can find.

April 9, 2020 · 1 Comment

Robert Wrigley: A Walk

Can they tell we are different, the deer?

March 28, 2020 · 5 Comments

Robert Wrigley: Taking Care

Tornillo, Texas   It must be assumed that the caretakers— if that’s what they are called and not guards— are kind.  If not parents then parental in appropriately incarcerative ways. … Continue reading

November 28, 2018 · 3 Comments

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