Richard St. John: The Tao to Disneyland 
Disneyland at last: The draw-bridged entry! Monorail!
Tom Sawyer’s cave. Gators on the Jungle Cruise. Natives
passing in canoes. Snack-bar at the Matterhorn.
Dear Vox Populi subscribers,
At 7pm tonight the official launch of American Ash, my new collection of poems published by Ragged Sky, is happening. I’ll be reading with two wonderful poets — Joan Bauer and Richard St. John.
Michael Simms: The Story of Autumn House Press (1998-2020)
Most literary presses fade away when the founder leaves, so I cannot tell you how much it thrills me that AHP continues into the second generation.
Richard St. John: December, New Millennium
So warm, the hedges almost bloom, though the jagged skeletons of fake, electric icicles are twined along a front-yard chain-link fence. In the windows, faded Steelers signs, tribal gear still … Continue reading
Richard St. John: Pluto 2
After the action of the International Astronomers Union 8/24/06 . Poor Pluto, icy stone, never so lovely as Venus or possessing Jupiter’s pull. Dragging along your equal moon, that old … Continue reading
Richard St. John: Abhorrent Things
You shall not eat any abhorrent thing….of those that chew the cud or have the hoof cleft you shall not eat these: the camel, the hare, and the rock badger, … Continue reading
Richard St. John: The Sparrows of Bahrain
Behind Beit Al Qur’an – its thirteen centuries of texts enshrined in glass, where you can see beneath a lens the holy verses on a grain of rice – the … Continue reading