Josh Medsker


Seven is a bird, flying on short wings,
singing for all the world

like this day will never end.

Dipping back to seven in sad or
maudlin occasions is a pastime, mostly

For round-bellied lifers, hanging around
the Knights of Columbus or the VFW

drinking 7&7.

Townes and the Spirit

Townes Van Zandt reads Josh Medsker

He boards the church stage
and adjusts his cowboy vesture.

A shadow girds the rafters.

A black spirit, he thinks
Tho he just visited the shrine
of St. Therese.

Thank you folks
for having me

I understand you have the best
(he trails off)

He looks up,
mouth dry

The spirit takes to the sky
out a hole in the window

to who knows where—
somewhere in that dark
Juneau air— blackness

lingers there. Waiting.

Josh Medsker is a New Jersey poet, originally from Alaska, and is the author of five chapbooks of poetry. His writing has appeared in many publications, including: Contemporary American Voices, The Brooklyn Rail, The Review Review, Haiku Journal, and Red Savina Review. For a complete list of Mr. Medsker’s publications, please visit his website

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