Friday, September 27, 2019

Moondog by Jake St. John

Howling
every night
lost
or unfound
clouds
rolling
across
an ocean
of night
stars
floating
in the current
swimming
to fog
swept
shores
celestial
spotlight
clinging
to dreams





J
ake 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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