What comes after
we hurt each other?
It gets really quiet.
We do or do not get out of bed.
Like birds there comes an astonishment of
kindnesses.
Hello.
Hello.
Light slams into snow.

— kerri webster

I save you

the last slice

of my orange

I know

we will need

to eat more soon

look at how my worlds

want your worlds

look at our worlds

wanting other worlds

porous the mist we

love by

— rosie stockton, permanent volta

I don't want to feel better, I want to know better. I should have known that God is not in the meal but the sharing of the meal. I should have told you that holiness resides in needing each other, in acts of survival made generous.

— julian k. jarboe