238,900 miles away, the moon shines down

COLIN JENNINGS

Collateral damage.

A drone bomb targets a small house in Afghanistan.
No one cares, because it isn't here.

Perfectly, the house explodes, killing all inside.
No one cares because it isn't here.

Three terrorists, killers all, are shredded.

Also dead are two wives, four children,
and a baker who was just walking down the street.

No one cares because it isn't here.

Another drone targets a house in Syria,
full of terrorists. And some of their families.

Again, no one cares because it isn't here.
It isn't America.

Oh, but it is.

james lee jobe

I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. 

Jack Kerouac

I'll call it a present.

And there was a present -- Well, I'll call it a present.
A present for me from my mind. It was a memory, long buried.
My late son, when he was quite small, running to the table
for the dinner and seeing that it was pizza, his favorite.
Smiling. Happy. He made a sound
that was halfway between a cheer and a squeal of delight.
One week now until Thanksgiving Day on the year of his death.

james lee jobe

If we spend 57% on war and 6% on education, what do you think we value more?

Lee Camp

Sober under a full moon.

The raccoon eats the cat food I set out on the patio,
And the cat just watches.
She doesn't seem all that interested;
It’s more like she doesn't have anything else to do right now,
Or anywhere else that she needs to be.
So she watches.
The raccoon crunches away,
And 238,900 miles away, the moon shines down
On this scene like a golden balloon.
Sober under a full moon.
Years and years have passed since I have been drunk.

james lee jobe

We do not have to improve ourselves; we only have to let go of what blocks the heart. 

Jack Kornfield

Months now without rain, even this lizard looks dry. The redwood trees out front are green, but I don't know how they do it. I suspect magick is involved. This is California’s great northern valley, and it seldom rains between Easter and Halloween. By late summer the heat and the dryness are like giants pounding on huge drums, calling out for rain. The rain is in the beat and standing out in the heat, watching the empty sky, I can feel it building, building, building, waiting for the moment when the dam in the sky gives way to life and love. And to rain, simple rain. The lizard has had enough of waiting, and scurries off without even saying goodbye. Too bad. I could use a friend. 

james lee jobe 

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