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Angele Ellis: “Raised Incorruptible” | In Book of Entangled Souls, Richard St. John tests the boundaries of life and death, compassion and spirituality 

St. John looks deeply and compassionately where others might glance away or move on, and draws the reader along with him.

August 5, 2022 · 2 Comments

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.

May 3, 2022 · Leave a comment

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.

October 16, 2020 · 3 Comments

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.

January 5, 2020 · 8 Comments

Richard St. John: The Chorus

Sees the women led to ships, and weeps.
Works at the deli counter, evening shift.

April 7, 2019 · Leave a comment

Richard St. John: Reading Shaw’s Play, St. Joan at the Solstice, on a Greyhound, Heading Home        

The year comes round again, with its own dark fairness.  Out on the turnpike, flecks of sleet. Lightning through night clouds, ghostly, then stark. Echo of thunder.  In the tabloid … Continue reading

December 20, 2017 · Leave a comment

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

December 4, 2017 · Leave a comment

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

November 18, 2017 · Leave a comment

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

October 23, 2017 · Leave a comment

Richard St. John: Argos

  How had he looked to her when he’d come home? He didn’t know, what with the way the gods were forever cloaking men in mist, giving the old a … Continue reading

October 9, 2017 · 1 Comment

Richard St. John: Maria’s Song

An old story: the girl was pregnant, had spent the night on the streets of Washington.  It looked like she’d come for a green card, or maybe to get warm … Continue reading

September 21, 2017 · 1 Comment

Richard St. John: A Blessing in Baltimore

You must take another way….  –  Inferno I .  The old South Boston Aquarium stands  In a Sahara of snow now.   – For the Union Dead .  The seventh apartment … Continue reading

August 21, 2017 · 2 Comments

Richard St. John: Learning with the Lost

You taught us Dante: On a dike above
a burning plain, he peers at the charred and upturned face
of his own teacher, but the face I see is yours.

June 28, 2017 · Leave a comment

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

April 17, 2017 · Leave a comment

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