Sitemap - 2024 - book of jobe

raining frogs

dawn and coffee

the tip of the blue flame

waiting a very long time for a bus

cast off the shadow and rise

heavy with crows

The Late Life Adventure Of Mr. Miggs.

the sound of rifle bolts

muscle, sweat, and salt

goats are not mentioned within

this world is a goat

unmitigated horse nuggets

an armed drone above a village

inviting the invisible

marching on phoenix

smoke in the distance

holding a pumpkin

a shooting star above my valley

my dog got your chicken

the purple vault

a little shack down by Putah Creek

27 seconds of rain

To translate life into language.

our blessed mother

Are there no potatoes?

if your plate is empty

Don’t just do something, sit there.

armageddon is scheduled for thursday

a lion watches a meaty antelope

Game #1 2024

yolo county, california

the days of hunger and exhaustion

golden light filters through the green branches

Everything that grows.

a whisper & a sweat

an old house that needs repair

carbon in motion

greeting each other with an embrace

sing out for a friend

Tule Fog

shine your light quietly

crops growing in the warm light

Time is our blanket, and we are kept warm tonight.

feeding boldness to the night

Living on Simpleton Street

I raise my face to the sunlight

Old JL Jobe

remember to be grateful

dreams, a tiny woman, and roses

being alone and silent sometimes

silence as the universe moves

eels and old men

I am everything my father hated

look at me - I have become the moon

a house built of anguish

the sound of heavy rain

bleeding & blinking

the day you roasted a squirrel on the barbecue

the dreams in your pocket

nine bows

new and unusual places

bent to this task

allergic to sociopaths

the birds move through my body

a prose poem

coffee so strong that the neighbors can smell it

with your head full of jazz

the anesthetic has worn off

in this spell we are stars from different galaxies.

joy is a river

howls that dress the moon in rags

my animal skin fits so tight

the night of the lightning

out on the breakers a brain bobs up and down

monk - picasso - neruda

a sun that never set

wind and birds for crowns

our blessed mother who loves.

the two johns - coltrane and lennon

a hawk sits naked in a cedar tree

that plain that is east of paradise

ready to fly away

there has to be compassion and empathy

casting spells under the cloudless summer sky

time to make something nice

saying hello in the darkness

let the world slow down

alone beneath an empty sky

we are all on the witness stand

the sights and sounds of living

getting it down on paper

the rosewood box

Truths, big and small, that are not for us.

as perfect as the ocean

time passes as it must

the light that shines on your body

a sandwich in new orleans

mercy for the oppressed

turn and turn again

time & earth

feeling dry & brittle

the monkeys in my head

learning to respond with kindness

the whisper of the bones

deep watering the trees

prose poems. rusted pails. lion claws.

as far as the eye can see

something that cannot be seen

singing while I walk

blood and sweat and energy

I try to keep track of it all, but often I fail.

nyc in 1838

the ocean rising up to kill us

strike the bell seven times

the sweat of the moon

up was down but down wasn’t up

flying through the invisible tunnel

the dead children in gaza

footprints in the soft mud

a debt that can’t be met

3 poems - a fine day indeed

macbeth, down by the creek

counting the sunrises

my end of the conversation

another body dropping

insha'allah indeed

those fields where you were planted

people i love will love others

the eyes of six cats

leaving the porchlight on all night

old books holding down loose papers

tipping my hat

unlocking special doors

live forever? nah.

Sit down, fool. Do nothing.

tickle me awake

sailing west

the tremendous valley of california

tasting the sweat

George Clooney's hoofprints

the children of gaza

the blood of the needy, the gardens of the rich

in the soil, in the air

tenderness, kindness, joy - for no reason at all

the wolves are getting closer

that cloud - it looks like a flower

-bearded old men with no homes and broken shoes-

3 short ones

the truth in the light

a warning to ants

pig blood reflecting light

the space between 2 seconds

the bullet-gray sky had turned blue

eating the local mosquitoes

face the end of it all with a glib remark

you'll need this when you grow up

thankful for my life

rain that falls on the ocean

the town with no monkeys

I will be a ghost until the world ends

smelling the color blue

this one life is yours

the wild dance of the trees

tomatoes walnuts olives

owning several names

a laugh on the way out

no shave lasts forever

a pitcher of cool water

Somewhere there is an edge to all of this

the dharma is my rock

the sound of morning rain

a scent of jasmine

pedal faster

corn stalks under a full moon

a wide splash of stars

a man and a lizard

it's ok to forget me

the church of my nouns and verbs

words we use to identify different dimensions

one for your recipe book

moonlight on water

cool your feet in the creek

my favorite leg

just the moon over the pines

the sun is calling us both

stop judging everything

learning to set some limits

a mirror facing a mirror

the children of science

saluting a crow

crops growing under warm light

like tiny paratroopers

making a friend of failure

let the little ones know peace

packing my head with sand

wearing a goatskin

flies on the faces of the dead

chirping birds and sniffing dogs

the cycles of season

a field mouse makes a run for it

pine seeds in the wind

the things we have in common

some short poems

praise from mother earth

sweeping and raking

time is nothing

rhetorical questions

on the far side of the sun

Threadbare poems. Used.

the shape of a pebble

The final cloud drifts away.

life is a blueberry

The lovely tree of Kitty Maudru.

Just staying in bed.

The stuff of poems.

Practicing kindness.

What can I do with this world but laugh.

There is an army of clouds today.

The choice that we make.

The gravity of you.

Be a help and an asset.

Flowing down from heaven.

We are the universe.

One dollar movies on Market Street.

Looking for signs.

This country needs no king.

Reading Thich Nhat Hanh.

We are all the same.

Sleeping like an old dog.

A place to enter the light.

Ashes in the wind.

Help me now as I gather the wood.

The taste of sunshine.

Taking the fun out of gambling.

Every day lasts for a thousand years.

The craft of communication.

It's too late to die young.

The earth when she shakes and rolls.

Cafe Con Leche

Sunlight filters down through the branches of the trees.

I accept my solitude like a gift.

Planting our life stories.

Hold on to hope.

There is a new gestapo called ICE.

The farmland god.

It’s all more than a bit confusing.

When to hold, when to let go.

small sounds that please me

The earth, the sky, and the creek.

walking home at sunrise

here was so much to tell you

a fine and tasty beetle

in the form of the Buddha

weather and the deeds of humans

living in my pajamas

a heart as big as California

imagine a rose

a big plate of ham & eggs

give thanks & dance

No one liked me, for I was Welsh.

some small poems

monkeys mating in the jungle trees

The scent of rain, the scent of pine

the November of your one existence

a flash of rabbit

passing the days in peace

the road of life

ah, impermanence again

from heart to heart

a valley that was once a sea

the world cannot see our weakness

a perfect imperfection

groaning and waking up

my 67th year on earth

dispatching the shadow creatures

91 million miles of room

A blue sky so perfect

no answer but silence

the earth beneath your feet

loving both the wind and the stillness

Do not fear the void, friend

a bed made from stones and branches

Come now and beat the drums loudly

light filters down through the trees

the thousand year old pooch

look me in the eye

time no longer remembers our feeble sins

To be a human being is self-service work.

the preciousness of light

a kind of bragging

let life enter

everyone is a teacher

the daylight grew and covered all of the sky

safety and kindness

mind is a trickster

throughout this life we are blessed

everything sings

being alive right now

a larger blessing

O life, you strange rubber band

that empty feeling, multiplied by silence

the oval of midnight

gracing the blue sky

A shout and the drone of machines

a star that could use a better name

this moment, each moment

police sirens for music

books and poems stacked crazy

a decent dream

I’m not growing taller

waking up like an old man

the punctual goose

Bringing life and beauty to the earth.

40 days and 40 nights

the first hint of a new sunrise

Tule fog covers the Sacramento Valley

eating the earth

a primitive world

May hunger and sickness become strangers to you.

there are days when it is just so fine

the fish with a door on his back