John Jenkinson Poems

South Of Red-Wing

I wake up on the wrong side of the equinox,
geese in isosceles stitches
trace a path down the world's face, stop
to ravish the harvest's sun-dried trash... more »

Border Patrol - For Tom Hawkins

But the stranger that dwelleth with you shall be unto you as one born
among you, and thou shalt love him as thyself;
—Leviticus 19.34... more »

Grandfather's Republic

The south wind holds him like a raw-boned girl,
burns his ears, then slaps his gaunt cheeks red
and drops him, a ragged, thatch-haired scarecrow propped
where nothing tempts the birds, where low hills thrust... more »

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