This is the website for the recovery of small time Louisiana poet Henry Stoat. I recently found out about him through my friend Jonny stoat who is a distant relative to him. He owned a journal where he would write these poems. Despite being a prohibition gang member he was apparently pretty sentimental. All of thesse poems are thanks to Jonny love you E>

Nocturne La Luna by Henry Stoat (1925)

Across Silver Isles

And on her Sacred Skies

I find myself fully hypnotized

By crashing waves

Im Lost and dazed

Underneath what night hath raised

I watch you close

You watch me back

My love

My life

La Luna

To My Misstress Booze by Henry Stoat(1925)

A tempting misstress

You are to me

But oh are you such an enemy

You make me stumble

Tumble

And fall

And still not yet but worst of all!

I find my truths laid out in bare

While warm and comforted in your care

You truly do bring out my worst

As you relieve my eternal thirst

To drink simply one more glass

And know it will not be the last

Jazz by Henry Stoat(1925)

Smooth tastes

and bitter tones

Echo from brass saxaphones

A sweet song blows

As bottles flow

A stage light softly glows

So come and sit

and take a sip

As we take the night real slow

Leaving Louisiana by Henry Stoat(1925)

rain drops falling

creatures crawling

St.Louis sprawling

who is there

mirror face

Your image is

a phony trace

i will one day

leave this place

to join in the

gilded race

there is also a passage here by stoat. "I will be hopping on the next train to st lois i can bare it no longer this swam is eating me alive and im soon to become crocodile food. Ill simply be train hopping i dont have money for a ticket ill just do what ever it takes to get there, ive heard promising things of the locals. Fare well mother i wish you the best。"