Feb 10, 2021

the strength of the sunshine


that hope might cover everything 

working the way that snow works 

covering the land 

covering all 

-jobe


dear parents

if there is a next life i don’t want to be your son

i don’t want to even know you

you are as different from each other

as summer is from winter 

and yet you’re both full of shit

father 

with your lies and your cruelty

mother 

with your superstitions 

your ridiculous beliefs 

and your violence

i am far better off with the dharma

even if i am a flea on the ass of a mongrel dog

i release myself now

from all of the crap you taught me

there is no god and no america to worship

all is impermanence

i will worship emptiness

i will pledge allegiance to the truth

if there is a next life i don’t want to be your son

i don’t want to even know you

even though i love you still

years after you have passed away

into the shadows

into your cool graves 

it is a spring day 

fresh and green,

and as i write these words

the strength of the sunshine

lays across my face and hands

and i am free 

i choose to be so

-jobe


an hour in a waiting room feels like forever

but not a year 

a year is the wink of your eye 

yawn and a decade is gone 

i think that tomorrow i will deep water all my trees 

not today 

tomorrow

-jobe


Against the ruin of the world, there is only one defense; the creative act.

-Kenneth Rexroth


The truth is that you already are what you are seeking.

-Adyashanti


The long memory is the most radical idea in the country. It is the loss of that long memory which deprives our people of that connective flow of thoughts and events that clarifies our vision, not of where we’re going but where we want to go.

-Utah Phillips



Bill Withers/Ain't No Sunshine

links

Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches

THOTPURGE

Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003

thanks/jobe





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