We can wait, if you like, to ascend to some higher plane of being, at which point we’ll start directing all our mental and material resources towards existential questions and thinking nothing of our own …
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each other
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a chicken is thawing
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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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 …