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Maaike Engels says:

What a wonderful site, Last Days On Earth. Beautiful words Joe. And I really like the fact it’s so fragmentary. I have that feeling so often, that small details, fragments of a day, suddenly stand out and become meaningful..for no reason in particular. They just stop the time. That’s what I sense reading these poems. Thank you!

Leslie says:

“A Broken World

In full repair

A Race

Time itself, against time

Love Pulling

Us to ourselves to see

the waters rising, against water itself

Oh how you have tried, so hard, so tired”

I particularly took a liking to this bit. The world seems broken right now and many of us are trying, so hard, so tired to bring love into it and it seems as if we are racing against time to do so before it stays broken. However, I can’t help but wonder, is this broken world really in full repair? How?

carrie chappell says:

particularly haunting to me is this line—”Oh what are the ways, of the way you have given up on”

hm, joe…! thank you for these thoughts.

Nora Bateson says:

I am so struck by the items left… and their isolation, so connected to our isolation. All perceived, all torn in beautiful brokenness, all wabisabi. Our creation and destruction are in equal measure sublime. Empty. Painful. Full, ecstatic. Thank you Joe… for holding the door open to the snapshots of memory that ferment possibility.

Alex Crawford says:

Thanks Joe. A room like this is needed, a space where we can meet as humans, as living beings, where we can rejoice at our humanness regardless of which bubble we keep pledging allegiance to. Because it’s these meetings that remind us of our humanity and humanness. As Albert Schweitzer said: “Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being.”

Rufo says:

infinite growth on a finite planet;

infinite freedom in a finite mind.

Alwin van der Linde says:

Sitting in Oaxaca (Mexico) on the square in front of the church looking at people. Looking at their energy, their levels of awareness. I am unable to single out anyone with open eyes . Only a woman begging for a dime caught my gaze and for a moment we connected. She knew. Almost immediately the cruelty of her life took her back to survival mode in this cruel heartless world of the sleeping.

Paul says:

in times like these, are words are so critical. We must choose them carefully, make them gentle and enveloping, warm and loving, playful and inquisitive. Thank you for these words, placed gently on the screen…