Jun 1, 2021

2 poems, 1 of them for Pos Moua, 1969-2020


night deep as dark water   

wind that beats the trees with hard fists   

a late moon rise that catches me up 

with graceful hands and soft fingers  

night, be my sister   

-jobe  


It was spring when you climbed the karst mountains,

And the whole earth bloomed as you passed by.

-jobe

for Pos Moua, 1969-2020



by Tikashi Fukushima

In the quietness, with nothing to accomplish, there is only direct experience.  

-Dogen Zenji


I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures.  

-Lao Tzu


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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