Monthly Archives: May 2014

Militant Introvert: Your Struggle is not My Struggle

“I know you struggle with your Introversion.” What? Someone said that to me the other day. And I thought hmm, and being a good Introvert I mulled it over for a while to pin down what I thought about that. … Continue reading

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Musing on No Ants

The ants don’t parade through the bathroom this Summer in their annual, persistent passage to the Kitchen Cabinets. Cabinets which have no discernible Draw, no dietary possibilities, no holy grail of Dirt or sugar or anything. Chemicals and pans Reside … Continue reading

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Musing: Button with One Hole

Button with One Hole Too clever by far Too clever or perhaps not at all The Sublime twist of words Tickling the synapses My neurons enjoy my dexterity I feel the tickle down my spine Forgetting that subtlety is not … Continue reading

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Even My Fingers Can’t Help Me Count

Who’s Counting?  My name is Joe and I can’t count. I cannot count. People laugh when I tell them this. They say, Don’t you have a degree in mathematics? I say, Yes, but mathematics is not counting. Mathematics is abstractions … Continue reading

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Musings on Broth, Kefir and Coffee

So, it’s come to this, Morning Ritual. No yellow eyed eggs staring at Me with unconditional love, no skillet of Siren singing bacon calling to my waking Spirit, no butter smeared toast stretching Out to tickle my slumbering desire. Too … Continue reading

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Musing on Bars and Love

Bars of love, love that holds me out Bars of hate, hate that holds you in The iron gate of your prison I can’t come in, bars of love You can’t go out, bars of hate These bars of your … Continue reading

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Going All Putin on the Vines

What the hell happened to your arms? I said to myself this morning. Though perhaps I should have been more stern and said, What the hell happened to your arms…Joe? Though the answer eluded me for a moment it did … Continue reading

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