Category Archives: Primus St. John

Primus St. John: Sunday

Sunday Today, The sea has its own religion, It is as blue As an acori bead I rubbed in my hand. I think Of swimming out for miles and miles in prayer. I think Of never struggling back In doubt. … Continue reading

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Ars Poetica – Primus St. John

Ars Poetica At the edge of the forest In the middle of the darkness There is a hand, As cold as copper, Like a river Stretched over wide stones. Despite the hard rocks And the furious wind I love her … Continue reading

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