‘Holding hands at the edge of a white silence…’ Poetry from Jericho Brown, Alexis Pauline Gumbs, & Taylor Johnson
“It’s like we’re holding hands at the edge of a white silence, with which we are to make music of our being here.”
While some of us work longer, harder hours to make sure the rest of us can still buy groceries and dispose of our trash, others are entering week six of social distancing. We’re trying to find a new use for this blank time, how we can make music of our being here inside, separated, but still together. But here is a fraught word these days. COVID-19 is here, potentially to stay, but 42,000 of our loved ones aren’t anymore. Many of us arrived here overnight, suddenly suffering from food, job and housing insecurity.