“The fires were still smouldering” by Julia on her couch

Thursday January 9, 2020
11:33am
5 minutes
The Known World
Edward P. Jones

The haze we’re breathing is a filter on the known world.
The daily dos and don’ts.
The run and hide or stay lows.

Babies are inhaling against their will.
Animals are being wiped out.

Some people don’t think the issue is connected.
Some people would rather focus on the strength
of the inhabitants being weakened.

Will the dying lungs be as resilient?
Will the buried come back to stand on their country’s podium?

While we’re gathered on the beach with our
hearts in our mouths
covered in ash and soot
inching closer to the waves
a long siren blares.

We wish we could say it was in the distance.
We wish we could say it was only one
and not one after another after another.

We are accepting prayers
and money
and help
and
and
and

“it’s okay” by Julia on the 506 going west


Friday January 17, 2014.
5:18pm
5 minutes
overheard on the corner of Spadina and Adelaide

Everything’s gonna be alright
The world will stop when it’s time
Everything’s gonna be fine
Don’t hide baby don’t hide
When the tide is resting
When the shore is calm
That’s where you will find me
That’s where we belong
Everything’s gonna be alright
The day won’t last forever
Everything’s gonna be fine
Don’t say never baby, don’t say
When the wind is sleeping
When the breeze is dead
That’s where I’ll take you
That’s where we’ll live instead
Everything’s gonna be alright
The sounds of the night are ending
Everything’s gonna be fine
A dream is just a dream is just a dream