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A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Sandy Solomon: Lost, Departed, Late

In the Serengeti four elephants rest without heads,
bodies rising like boulders from the plain…

July 29, 2020 · 1 Comment

Sandy Solomon: Foundling

You stood, small and mute,
on the stoop where she’d left you
with a tiny, plastic suitcase,
like a bad joke, beside you.

June 24, 2020 · 2 Comments

Sandy Solomon: Widow

An amputated leg, they say, tingles,
an ear long deaf still jangles the brain:
the body asserts the integrity of its parts…

April 29, 2020 · 2 Comments

Vox Populi: An Interview With Our Editor

On Friday, we caught up with poet, blogger, editor and activist Michael Simms at his kitchen table where he was preparing his Saturday morning post for Vox Populi.

February 22, 2020 · 22 Comments

Sandy Solomon: Amédé Ardoin

And now only his voice remains
as it cries through the needle scratch.
Across decades, that voice has entered
our voices: our style, our common despair.

February 3, 2020 · Leave a comment

Sandy Solomon: On “Adlestrop”

“Adlestrop” is a poem which, though written in a time of war, takes place during that last, long, beautiful Edwardian summer. The speaker is describing a prewar train journey in full consciousness of the disruption that is soon to follow.

January 10, 2020 · 1 Comment

Sandy Solomon — Little Letter to the Future: Die Off

From the new year, dolphins began dying
by the thousands, and those were the ones we saw,
their bodies washed up on the beaches…

September 30, 2019 · 1 Comment

Sandy Solomon: Reading Suite Française

“Remove your yellow star.
Head for Switzerland or try
for Nice. Don’t write your will
Don’t imagine what the Germans feel.”

July 31, 2019 · 1 Comment

Sandy Solomon: Grammar Lout

Liz thinks we ought to have a day
devoted to apostrophes
In which we add or rub them out
in bands of roving grammar louts.

June 15, 2019 · 2 Comments

Sandy Solomon: Vaquitas

The number of vaquitas left was around 30 in early 2019. — . Today, news about small dolphins: Only sixty vaquitas left. Two years back, they numbered some one hundred “individuals,” living  … Continue reading

April 22, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sandy Solomon: Yalding, Kent

Inside my friends’ house (in the 18thcentury,   a shop), I wake to the clank, clank, clank of the blacksmith’s hammer hard against iron, yellow orange, I imagine, from the forge.  . … Continue reading

March 18, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sandy Solomon: Sophie Scholl from diary, letters, pamphlets

21-year-old Scholl, with her older brother Hans,  was guillotined on 22 February 1943 for being part of the White Rose, a group of students  arrested for distributing anti-Nazi flyers.  — … Continue reading

February 18, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sandy Solomon: Poison

The red-faced guard, his scant hair pressed like a wish against his boney pate, sat uniformed at the library gate sternly blocking the un-elect like me.   After just a … Continue reading

May 29, 2018 · Leave a comment

Sandy Solomon: Disputation

He argued like a champ, best of breed. You gave him his assumptions, you were dead. Or later claim he’d said something daft and he’d repeat verbatim, first to last, … Continue reading

April 25, 2018 · Leave a comment

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