Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Ellen McGrath Smith: My Mother at the Alamo

I would later doubt my mother at the sink, her bruised eye shut, or my mother kneeling
near the orange bucket full of dirty water, ready to snap as drunken rants poured down.

May 20, 2019 · 1 Comment

Edgar Gabriel Silex: Theory of Mind

For my daughter . that look in her eighteen-month-old mind the instant in which the world is fashioned beyond simple acts of sticking everything in her mouth and her face … Continue reading

October 2, 2018 · 1 Comment

Michael T. Young: What My Daughter Thinks of Herself

My daughter browses a book on puberty. It tells her not to worry about her hips getting big and how to watch her weight.   Even at eight she’s being … Continue reading

July 26, 2018 · 3 Comments

Michael Simms: Names

Lea wants to change her name to Tina. Her mother says she must think very carefully because a name has to fit. The wrong name can bind like someone else’s … Continue reading

June 16, 2018 · 7 Comments

Andrea Hollander: The Before and the After

At the airport terminal the coarse sound of wheeled suitcases, a toddler giggling, running a few feet beyond his father.   A brown-haired woman at the kiosk that sells last-minute … Continue reading

May 14, 2018 · 3 Comments

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