In the land of Uz there lived a man whose name was Job. This man was blameless and upright; he feared God and shunned evil. substack.com/@bookofjobe
Book of Jobe is mostly poems, mine and some dead poets who can't sue me. Also snippets of memoir, poetry links, photos, art, etc. Not all at the same time. Nobody wants that.
This river. The same color as the night sky. The strength of a human heart, beating. One person drawing breath. The point where these things meet. Joined. Off there in the distance. -james lee jobe
I did the laundry.
If I had a flower for every time I should've said it, this place would smell like a funeral home.
feeding boldness to the night open.substack.com/pub/bookofjo...
feeding boldness to the night/from the book of jobe #poetryopen.substack.com/pub/bookofjo...
