Quake Song: New Poets of Southern California
"In many ways / I was a nice girl / until I met that Northern / Spirit of the earth type / one sip of his magnetic / and I found myself on his couch / the weight of his slick-back / snoring on my chest / and white lisps of his cigarette's / hair curling my wrist in chains..." - St. Ursula and the Virgin Isles
"Night-laden pavo of / Lionized stars, sip / English Breakfast Tea and DON'T HAVE HIPS. / Headscarf on a Skull / of Diamonds, put your dark tails / in a bun and look at the wall..." - Howl-Whisper-Gemini-Song
The Pacific Review
"to escape: extremely four-walled rooms, / the hammering need / to call my brother / who's losing his mind-- / Receiving each leaf / dynamized by wind, / consumed by the rusty flower / at my feet, growing / into horizon's bed / between wings and legs, / and the need to clean, / speak, listen, parade-- / I unclasp my coat, blouse, bra, / slip them down arms / and lay back nude, / on dying dirt, on living moss, / slinking insects and small rocks..." - Slip
"Mist-like over sweaty palms / and silencing mother's sobs, / reflect off / bone saws, silver needles, / and stale / vending machine scraps. // Droning out the / instinctive scream of / my Amygdala / with the inveterate whine / that holds a sober / finger to its lips / saying,..." - Ward B
Blankets & Other Poems: An Anthology for the People of Japan
"Cue the video / globalization an audience, captive to / wedding rings caked with fingers and mud / uninhabited mattresses floating / a sky flammable with electric nuclearity / Your whispering hands made a silent tap at the wood / a whimper that sounded more like a laugh / wrapped up like a daisy-colored bear / pink mochi nose..."
- イチゴ瓦礫 (Strawberry Rubble)
Ghost Town Literary Magazine:
Book Review Excerpt:
"These speakers span the experience of what it is to live on this peculiar planet where one day can have us satisfied by the small, puzzled by the grandiose, and anchored by the physical world around us.
In fact the three denotative definitions of the title word ‘Aurora’ canvas the multiple modes of living explored in St. John’s work. The first ‘Aurora’ is the Roman goddess of dawn, whom represents the search for spiritual truths and connections in St. John’s work. The second definition is an atmospheric phenomenon consisting of bands of light caused by changed solar particles, which exemplifies the need for probing the deep questions in life (in science, philosophy, etc.) in the collection. Finally, the third definition connects us back to our physical, sensual experience of the world, ‘aurora’ as the first light of day." -Book Review of David St. John's collection of poetry, "The Auroras"
Badlands Bilingual Literary Journal:
"I couldn't/ un-retina you. When/ we park street homed you we both/ knew the words would roll through/ like particle gumballs and that first tear cheeked/ you, checked my argument/ into gut places I like to/ forget I am. Your, It changed my life's fell/ like daisies on the tank I call evolution in my life and/ we floated the surface/ of the long night, our hands in our laps/ school children, at dawn." -Theories About Light