Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Woodsman by Jake St. John

Ax
chopping
loneliness

feeding
breath
of fire

flames
in pit
of kindling

kissing stars
your eyes
my heart

burning
twilight
ashes

float
in soft
breeze

settle
on shoulders
of morning




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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