You can find the E-book at Amazon: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Washing-Apples-Streams-Michael-Flynn/dp/0967824206
At Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Washing-Apples-Streams-John-Flynn-ebook/dp/B008YX0ZBE
At Barnes and Noble UK: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/washing-apples-in-streams-john-michael-flynn/1144375236
From Sydney Lea, former Laureate of Vermont:
John Flynn speaks of real and recognizable characters in real and recognizable locales; their dreams and their anxieties are -- to use a word now sniffed at by the tenure hounds -- universal in their relevance.
From Leo Connellan, former Laureate of Connecticut:
John Flynn's poems show originality and his own imagery. They are good and deserve to be read.
The book's original paperback cover.
Here are three samples from the collection.
POW WOW AT GREENBRIAR
Numbers may be small
Nipmuc, Algonquin, Abenaki
but they're all here
to fight off extinction
with a wedding on stolen land
where wild sons picked wild grapes
and pickerel chased silver pines
before state engineers drained the streams.
Parking and admission 99 cents
under skies of sunny early autumn
bride and groom inside the circle,
the fire smoldering as chief and best man
in English first, then relaxed native
syllables
pray for animal spirit unions,
holding in a circle each other's hand.
After the maid of honor wraps the couple
in a blanket of tears,
the chief invites his nation to dance.
Inside the beat of the drum
their faces striped in blues and vermillion,
in feather fur and leather adornments
to honor the heart of a living earth.
No certainties without loss
no deeper innocent woods
than the mesmeric fires in a bride
calling her groom to the stars
over paradise.
THAW AT LAKE QUINSIGAMOND
A child has drowned,
hear
the slipping
of
moonlight oars.
South
of Route 9
trees
take what's left
of
the empty boat.
The
boat speaks,
don't
give enough
give
better.
CONSTRUCTION SITE TRAILER
WATSONVILLE, CA
Stars return with the smell of oranges.
He
misses boar hunting, his wife.
Sets
up a fresh pot of coffee on the propane burner.
Polishes
the gun. Cleans the tools.
Ain't
never really learned nothing
won't
listen to no one.
In
pointed boots made of grey snakeskin
he's
got no town to squeeze
no
window to leap from.
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