There are few rules in my eyes when it comes to poetry, but the most important is honesty. In The Still Night Sessions (Whiskey City Press), John Patrick Robbins cuts through the jungle of bullshit with a machete blade's worth of truth. Robbins isn't your "pompous windbag" poet playing politics in the crowd after the open mic. He's the unfiltered voice in the back row screaming reality at the academics who read their monotone and generic words prefaced with what awards they were nominated for. Robbins poems slap you across the cheek as if to wake you from your own hangover and forces you to acknowledge your own life. As Robbins states in Haunted Truths, "time is endless, our lives are not". So pour yourself a stiff Kentucky Bourbon and drink alone with The Still Night Sessions! Cheers!
-Jake St. John, author of Night Full Of Diamonds
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