Looking toward the streetlamp I can see the angle of the rain against the beams of light. Past that, just darkness. There is the sound of rain on the street, no traffic. Cold air is against my face. james lee jobe | Continue reading
It happens often in my dreams. I need to tell everyone about being kind. This time I dreamed of starting a kindness business, a store where you come in and get all the kindness you need. Kindness sales. Two-for-one kindness. Half-off kindness. All the kindness you can carry. In t … | Continue reading
We stop to look upon the corpse in the snow. Blue skin and an open mouth. Open eyes. Moonlight across the frozen face. Moonlight that plays a soft music that entertains the snow. And we say a prayer for soul of the deceased. And we say a prayer for the ones who grieve. And we say … | Continue reading
I was asleep, and I dreamed of a life with no hands.Instead, at the end of each arm was a large, evil crow.Whenever these crows would caw, a person died,not where I was, but faraway in a place that is nameless.I struggled to keep the crows quiet, but I failed.I woke up from the d … | Continue reading
The dream is to be immortalTo deny death“Dying is just going to heavenYou’ll see you mother again”“Your soul goes onA part of the universe”“You’ll be rebornAgain and again and again”BullshitWe all die graveyard deadYou will tooNo heavenNo rebirthJust nonexistenceForever motherfuc … | Continue reading
In an age of anger and rage,I am asking for your mercy.Those who hate, forgive them.Those who legislate intolerance,forgive them as well.We do this for our own sake.Anything less and we riskbecoming that which we would oppose,and losing that which we could be.Mercy is a wonderful … | Continue reading
Naked heart in solitude, wordless, empty of deeds, devoid of fear, devoid of hatred. Invisible in the garden of the self, invisible to night rain that drops from heaven like monkeys scampering down from the sacred trees. Yes, on the sharp slice of the pine woods the waiting was l … | Continue reading
The land here wears a robe that livesin shades of green.Today, a blessing of rain.The greens around me deepen,they color my life,and I sit with a quiet smile.james lee jobe | Continue reading
“Friend,what can I count on?”“The brightly lit moon to define your sadness –and your fingers, of course.”Just that, and moonlight through the open window.Nothing else.james lee jobe | Continue reading
The problem with a city is you can’t see the horizon,there’s always more city in the way.I want to, at least sometimes, see the placewhere the land and the sky meet.I want the curvature of the earth to be my neighbor,the clouds and the stars to be my roof,and the wind to be my wa … | Continue reading
No sun today, just rain, says he Ah, the sun is truly there, says me Behind gray clouds, the sun hides her face And on another day will share her grace james lee jobeNo sun today, just rain, says heAh, the sun is truly there, says meBehind gray clouds, the sun hides her faceAnd o … | Continue reading
The house of country, the nation of us.Whispering, whispering. Americahas become a house of secrets and lies,a house of deceit, a house of lament.The people are hiding, the truth is hiding;even the President is hidinghis true face from the sun.james lee jobe | Continue reading
Thanks for the ride.My soul is from somewhere else, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.-RumiThere’s that song from The Wizard Of Oz,“Somewhere Over The Rainbow,”that could be a clue.This old soul came here from over a rainbow,flying through the invisible tunnelfrom th … | Continue reading
My cousin Eddie didn’t rise up in the skyand neither did Jesus. Eddie lived a wounded life, a short life,like a carrot in the garden, partially eaten by a raccoon.If his life had been a bookthe pages would have been filled with confusion.There was a pond just beyond sight from my … | Continue reading
’THE SHOWER’-by Franz WrightNakedin that garish buried lightof hotel bathroomseverywhere, I stoppedand for the first time in nearly a yearslowly turned to face a full length mirror.After a minuteI buried my face in my hands.I considered it anyway, overruled finallyby shame. A cr … | Continue reading