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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Poem by Jake St. John


  The Distance            For Joe Gouveia When you’re born they turn you loose into the ring no experience just a punchers chance and a good chin swinging and jabbing and always taking two punches just to land one but it’s a good one for sure and if you can stand the onslaught sooner or later […]

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A Poem for Joe Gouveia by Jake St. John


  For Joe Gouveia The news began with a soft rumble the kind a Harley makes when it’s hidden by the horizon and out of view soon memories of the poet revved full throttle and roared down the highway leaving everything behind as his poems twisted in the wind     We’ll Miss You Joe.

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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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