— jo'b |
Monday, September 29, 2025
The Path That Connects Us
Saturday, September 27, 2025
Interstellar
jo'b |
Circling the sun, endlessly spinning
in infinite night, searching for others,
others like us, like us but better,
searching for life more advanced,
wiser and kinder, rational and peaceful—
such is our hope.
So much empty space,
cold and dark between fires—
yet surely, surely,
from what we know of infinity,
others surely exist, those are the odds—
but lifetimes, lifetimes to reach.
May we be what we seek,
endlessly spinning, searching
for others like us, if only
just down the road, wiser
and kinder, circling the sun—
alone together, for now.
Friday, September 26, 2025
Thursday, September 25, 2025
In Late September
— jo'b |
Tuesday, September 23, 2025
Skyward
Sunday, September 14, 2025
Afield, IRL*
Tuesday, September 09, 2025
Homesteaders
Our windows have been broken out
For nearly forty years
The wind blows through us
And the snow slants in
Each winter colder than the last
We don't need a forecast
Yet some of us stay on
Anchored by sunsets and ashes