Apr 30, 2021

Strengthen your precious budding wings.


Winter, dressed in gray, blends in with the chilled clouds. Shivering in their grayness, the clouds bless the winter sky.

-jobe


A young man on the downtown sidewalk. Homeless. He appears to be the age that my late son would be. How cold, this wind of January.

-jobe


“Run, my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings.”

-Hāfez


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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