Lisa St. John

Being With

Midlife, middle age, mid:


Amid the apex—a turning point a

blustering blinding stumbling
toward old age. Shit.

When you died
I was running
towards it.

Mid also, originally, meant


As in midwife.


I was with

today as his

tiny hand

the daffodils, surprised,

touching the severed end—


Flowers are full

of water inside.

Like us.

Nana!? AGAIN!

Laughing water rushing
out of me; true
heartstring laughter,

as I gather up

the pile of heads.

Lisa St. John is a writer living in the beautiful Hudson Valley of upstate New York where she calls the Catskill Mountains home. Her chapbook, Ponderings, is available on her website at Her first full-length book of poetry is forthcoming from Kelsay Books. Lisa has published her poetry in journals such as The Ekphrastic ReviewLightEntropy MagazineThe Poetry Distillery, Poets Reading the News, and Chronogram Magazine. Her poems have won awards such as The Poet’s Billow’s Bermuda Triangle Contest. Lisa’s poetry has also been shortlisted for prizes such as The Fish Poetry Prize and New Millennium Writing’s 44th Literary AwardsHer nonfiction appears in magazines like Sleet and