Poem by Jake St. John


  Slow Drag I sit in eternity on this river an early spring sun struggles through clouds ferry boats sail towards open sea with my thoughts of yesterday in tow and these morning musings travel not too far to the north where the hills rise over my childhood as my grandfather worked the fields until […]

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Two Poems by Jake St. John


Jewett City Gangster he walks down Main St in a black pinstriped suit the kind Dillinger might have worn the night he was gunned down but it now appears after years of brawls and bad luck closer to rags than mafia wear he limps through town suffering from the wound left by the bullet that […]

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