Do not fear the void, friend

Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken. 

D. H. Lawrence

All day long the rain bared its lovely fangs

All day it showed its teeth

Rain on the roof like bullets on steel

Gutters filled and splashed over

Low places became temporary ponds

Then time paused, or seemed to

And lay against itself

Just as one spouse leans on the other

Outside the old window, drops on the pane

The sky beyond was all silver and dark

And without an end

A day in mid-winter

James Lee Jobe 

The attention one gets from being a poet isn't great.

Nick Flynn

Speak to me sometimes, please

Don’t stop just because I no longer exist

Do not fear the void, friend

I never did

James Lee Jobe

           Two days of rain, then a break - two days of clear skies, cool air. No moon yet as I venture out and ride the bus downtown to hear William O’Daly read his fine poems and translations. I stop for a coffee and scribble in my notebook for an hour. It is a pleasant life to be a poet in this Northern California valley.

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James