Feb 28, 2021

a night train passing by

The bats fly at sundown, all day long they have slept under the I-80 Yolo Causeway. They fly the bottom land near the Sacramento River at night, eating mosquitoes. Quite nice of them. The river flows to San Francisco Bay. The bats return under the causeway by sunrise. They might rest with full stomachs, but they rest without thanks. The earth spins as always.


Even after so many years, all I want is to sit with her under starlight. That’s a blessing. And if she smiles, that’s a second blessing. I can hear all of this life together in the sound of a night train passing by to the south.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

-Carl Sandburg

Zen is not a particular state but the normal state: silent, peaceful, unagitated.

-Taisen Deshimaru

What is done in love is done well.

-Vincent van Gogh

I like Beethoven, especially the poems.

-Ringo Starr

This world unfolds like a blanket, like a favorite shirt.


We are in a time of deconstruction. But we also have to remember that every deconstruction is an opportunity for reconstruction. We must ask ourselves, what is it we want to reconstruct and how do we go about it?

-Larry Ward

jobe reads some poems from Gary Snyder's Turtle Island


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Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

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clay and branches


Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003


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