Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Sandra McPherson: For a Buried Doll’s Head, Manufactured 1890s

Be careful, said the bottle miner,
Don’t let the dirt out —
It holds her eyes in place.

May 13, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sandra McPherson: The Delicacy

for M.H. Friend, remember how you showed us beasts love beauty?We were wading in your lake with bluegills and you said,Be careful, you will lose your beauty marks . To … Continue reading

March 11, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sandra McPherson: For Elizabeth Bishop

The child I left your class to have   Later had a habit of sleeping   With her arms around a globeShe’d unscrewed, dropped, and dented.I always felt she could possess it,   The pink countries and the … Continue reading

February 25, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sandra McPherson: Birth Mother,

19, sunsuit. The shadow . of the Nehi covers her . navel.   The orange . in black and white flavors the throat . down to the amnion. Father’s grape . … Continue reading

January 25, 2019 · Leave a comment

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