May 2, 2021

A part of the universe.


The Sacramento Valley shares its beauty in all seasons. This morning it’s the ethereal beauty of a winter fog across the fields, and the earth feels cold to the touch. Looking up, there are shades of gray and silver. Nearby, the sweet twitter of a goldfinch. 

-jobe


Where do my poems come from? From the pencil to the page. Or from my hand to the pencil. Or from my thoughts to my hand. Or from the universe to my thoughts. That’s it. The poems are a part of the universe. Just like us. 

-jobe


May I become an island for those seeking dry land

A lamp for those needing light,

A place of rest for those who desire one,

And a servant for those needing service.

-Shantideva


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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