Friday, November 16, 2018

Damp Remembrance. by Jake St. John



Street
       in wet
               orange
reflection
           eyes mirror
                       stars
it’s stopped
           raining now
but you’re still
            not here
wind
   crying
         like a baby


 -Jake St. John







Jake St. John writes out of New London, CT and is the author of several collections of poetry and pamphlet poems including, In All The Cities, The Same Faces (CWP Collective, 2017) and Rotations (Night Ballet Press 2015).  His work has appeared in numerous literary and arts magazines such as, The Blue Collar Review, BURP, Big Hammer, and The People’s Tribune. Since 2007 he has served as the editor of Elephant and co-editor of Flying Fish.

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