James Lee Jobe writes

A silver girl slowly bathing in silver water.

Silver moonlight.

A love that is silver, a silver heart,

My cold, empty, silver soul.

Her beautiful, ripe flesh

Kissed by my cold, silver lips. 

 

-- Fengzhicai 

James Lee Jobe writes

Whispers and shadow. 

The cold scurry of ghosts. 

A thousand empty midnights,

A thousand dawns 

That couldn't come soon enough. 

No solace for the losses. 

No balm for the invisible wounds. 

Time is a bitch. 

Moments that move slowly, 

Slowed by the weight of ghosts. 

The weight of whispers and shadow. 

Whispers and shadow.

Shadow of a Man in Paris with Paper and Briefcase -- Warren Keating

James Lee Jobe writes

Friend, I love this river. 

Slender and slight, 

A drink for the parched land, 

A drink for us all. 

From the mountains to the delta, 

The river pulled by gravity and need. 

See? Here in the bottom lands, 

Even the heron wades in to bathe 

And to look for a bite to eat. 

Slender and slight, 

Hands to heaven, 

Thanks and praise. 

Southern Visitor -- Claudio D'Angelo