Saturday, June 20, 2020

I Carry My Heart. By Jake St. John


I carry
my heart
fractured
and beating
inside of
my notebook
pieces on
each page
bleeding
in poems





Jake St. John spends nights in a fort on the edge of the woods.  He is the author of several collections of poetry including Snow Moon (Holy & Intoxicated Publications, 2019), Lost City Highway (A Jabber Publication, 2019) and Working Man’s Odyssey (Analog Submission Press, 2018). His poems have appeared in print and online journals around the world.
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1 comment:

  1. UnknownJune 20, 2020 at 11:23 AM

    If you know Jake, this poem says it all....and even if you don't know Jake, this poem says it all. He writes with such feeling....beautiful poem....to be read again and again...

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