Many moons ago, middle school? I was a poet, or at least, I wrote many many poems. Then in college, I was NOT accepted to intermediate poetry writing (was that really the name of the …
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a chicken is thawing
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NO WORRIES EXCLAMATION POINT
I can’t stop thinking about this meme, Gif? I saw recently? Post? Fig? Mom? Image? This. There is nothing more frantic than No Worries, nothing more desperate than All Good. There is always a Secret …
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He Speaks
In my previous pre-Joe life I remember overhearing conversations between parents and their toddlers, in which the kid goes BAHHHHHHHHH! and the parent goes YES, YOU’RE RIGHT, IT’S A COMPUTER! GOOD JOB! And I would …
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the moment
I officially have a child who is far too busy to sit still with an angel’s resolve and angel’s face so I can get a picture, so I find myself in a lot of Moments …
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a thought that I thought
* poem by Nayyirah Waheed, the most ‘famous poet on Instagram’ which is now a thing* Joe hasn’t been sleeping great as of late, had a cold that he gave to us, so Morrison and …
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Bitch-slapped by Hope
Why be a writer at all, or even have a blog at all, if I don’t keep trying to find a new way to articulate the same thing over and over, just keep finding and …