May 28, 2021

A hole in the sky, an axe, a death count.


Empty sky. 

Picture a hole in the sky

Where new dreams drip down.

Like rain. 

Now

Picture everything that grows 

Drinking these dreams. 

That’s love. 

Now

Picture your face

All wet and smiling. 

That’s life.

-jobe


I did not make the axe, 

And I did not grow the tree, 

But with sweat and muscle 

I connected the two. 

Tool and work. 

Effort and result. 

The patterns of living 

Among the humanoids. 

-jobe


First coffee. A news reporter announces the COVID-19 deaths of the day before. Thousands. My wife is still asleep and for a moment I go and watch her.

-jobe


Sanctuary, by Darren Moore


When you use the term minority or minorities in reference to people, you're telling them that they're less than somebody else.

-Gwendolyn Brooks



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