What makes us human is that we marked up walls

We have a right to public art. We have a right to see beautiful things on our property.
 
 
A love letter to Voca

Marianne Moore called poems “imaginary gardens with real toads in them,” and I like to think when you dip into the Voca archives, you get to amble that garden, you get to touch those toads. 
 
 
Something Not Fully Flourished: Pastorals, Ecolyric, and the First Day of Spring

Something in spring is an ending, unable to root.
 
 
Poetry is How We Heal

“I had never taken the time in my life before that night to write a poem.”
 
 
Bright blocks of colors and bold lines

Get to know Sasha Lewis — and the Tucson-poem behind her newest mural!