Jun 7, 2021

Grass. The valley. 'I' poems.

All of life in a single blade of grass-- 

a universe that is vast, yet green, 

and rooted in the rich soil of my valley. 

Life. A blade of grass. The universe. 

The Sacramento Valley. Tell me, friend, 

how fine is it to be alive? 

And how sweet is this valley?


“We’re not looking for ‘I’ poems.” 

Outside the sky is the color of an old dime, 

and it is rather cool for May in California. 

Doves land on my patio and eat 

the bird seed that I left there for them. 

Every poem is an ‘I’ poem. 

Every last one of them.


by Sanjeev Verma

Being fully present to what is—without judging or evaluating or wanting something different—is the most basic act of love.

-C. W. Huntington, Jr.


Ren Powell

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haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

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The Slowdown

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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