Michael Simms

From a neighbor’s window, I hear Billy Joel’s carpe diem Only the Good Die Young in which he tries to convince a good Catholic girl

A writer without a reader is an empty thing, a thumb without a finger to oppose it, a traveler without a companion. I was appalled by the...

So there I was, jumping up and down on a king-sized bed in an expensive hotel in Miami Beach, drinking rum straight from the bottle. And...

In an Artist’s Studio One face looks out from all his canvases, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans: We found her hidden just...

My work in the poetry field the last 40 years has been largely behind the scenes — editing, publishing, promoting, organizing, raising money

Robert Gibb is a poet’s poet. By that phrase I mean that he’s widely admired among poets across the country, but virtually unknown to

Once again, a poet has emailed me, peeved that a poem of hers that appeared in Vox Populi is not anything like the version she sent me....