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My name is Josh Clark and I’m the newest contributor to this most intriguing online magazine (May 2016). I feel compelled to give some backstory on myself as an introduction. Foremost, I see myself as a poet. I say this unapologetically. I have no true passions in life to speak of, save three–writing, love, and the poetry produced as a result of the interaction. There have been two prominent characters that play out on the world’s stage in life’s theater that I have been able to truly identify with; the Outsider and the Casual Observer. Having grew up in “small town America”, I basically found myself as these fellows by default. Everyone in the small burg I spent my youth in was related in one way or another to each other; of course, not me. Often I would wish to be going to school in St. Joe where all my cousins on my dad’s side of the family were. Somehow, I knew I could just become part of the brick and mortar of Central High School and blend in happily in a sea of faces.

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Once Upon a Time in St. Joe

June 5th, 2016 • Related • Filed Under

Once Upon a Time in St. Joe

The dross falls away and she stands revealed.

I have been talking at length with a dream.

The coal train moves on; her rails course the fields.

The nights fall, the conversations appeal,

We meet for coffee, she takes hers with cream.

The dross falls away and she stands revealed.

I began to swim in her eyes dark feel,

Her allure gently rushed me downstream.

The coal train moves on; her rails course the fields.

The bridges we build, being soul, not steel,

Span to the insight amidst her bloodstream.

The dross falls away and she stands revealed.

At Fourth and Jules is a fine cajun meal,

She’s looking good, the cowgirl in blue jeans–

The coal train moves on; her rails course the fields.

Over po’ boys I see a flower heal.

I think we could make a pretty good team;

The dross falls away and she stands revealed–

The coal train moves on; rails coursing the fields.

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  1. Comment by Nancy Belle on 5 June 2016:

    Ezekiel 22:18

    Son of man, the house of Israel is become dross to me: all of them are brass and tin and iron and lead, in the midst of the furnace; they are the dross of silver.

  2. Comment by Gary Clark on 6 June 2016:

    Very well done Josh. Whenever you walk into a room the average IQ goes up 10 points.

  3. Comment by Josh Clark on 6 June 2016:

    Hahaa! 😉

  4. Comment by TJ on 7 June 2016:

    Dross; Waste or impure matter: discarded the dross after recycling the wood pulp. 2. The scum that forms on the surface of molten metal as a result of oxidation.