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Archive words to live by | that's mrs. mediocrity to you

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That's mrs. mediocrity to you. Random ramblings of an average jo. It all grows tall. The robin woke me this morning, calling hard and loud to greet another day. I admire her optimism, her ability to sing the world awake, her ability to proclaim that being alive is the very best thing, without doubt or second-guessing the effort it will take her just to survive. She has blind faith and i admire that, too. that’s a different thing than standing small beneath the sky of infinity. Time has no mercy. The worl...

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Archive one wrinkle at a time | that's mrs. mediocrity to you

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That's mrs. mediocrity to you. Random ramblings of an average jo. At the center of expansion" a frozen heart. At the center of expansion. She bent down to pick the cat up and tweaked her back again. Another reminder of age, or humanity, or carelessness. She’d never quite mastered the art of physicality, ever clumsy, always stumbling. The grey cat melted. And stretched in light’s warm puddle. Spreading claws and hours. Posted in one wrinkle at a time. In a wedding dress frayed. By the rust of time and.

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Believing in Magic | Proud Geek

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Taming that torrent of information. April 10, 2013. The Tooth Fairy was late. Several mornings in a row, my older daughter checked under her pillow only to find her own note along with her own tooth. Finally, my daughter awoke one morning and found an apologetic note from the Fairy; it seemed the Fairy had been working in China for several days and was only just now able to pick up my daughter’s tooth. You’re the Tooth Fairy? 8221; she asked. Why lie to me,” she demanded. 8220;Because I helped you believ...

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[Scintilla Day 01] Who are you? |

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Repainting the Elvis Rock. Knitting for the Babies of Hiroshima. Sherlock Holmes: The Missing Muses. Scintilla Day 01] Who are you? 8217; should probably be another, but it’s a little late for that now, isn’t it? And most of my stories involve other people, too. Yes, even the one about the cat in heat. Hang around long enough and I might even share that story, and hopefully plenty more that will show – rather than tell – you who I am. This post is a response to prompts from The Scintilla Project. Really ...

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Archive good enough | that's mrs. mediocrity to you

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That's mrs. mediocrity to you. Random ramblings of an average jo. Finding center in an asymmetrical world is never easy. Balance is always elusive, and mostly, temporary. But you can find your axis, even as you spin. And that’s the piece you hold onto. Posted in good enough. Stuff i think about. Lately, I’ve barely had time to write in the mornings, and I am missing that particular habit, one that’s surely worth keeping. My days have felt slightly off, rushed, harried, and it’s take...But life is funny l...

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Archive stuff i think about | that's mrs. mediocrity to you

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That's mrs. mediocrity to you. Random ramblings of an average jo. Lined with clarity" in the tomb of a room. I wanted to tell you a story. But all these words. Cracked open and bled off the page. All viscous and slippery. And dark with age. I wanted to hold them in the cup. Of my oddly-marked palm,. Or i wanted to hold you and stand. Before that blank cracked distorted mirror. And i’ve forgotten. I wanted to give you something. But that box always comes up empty. No matter how many times i trap-wrap.

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Archive a day in the life | that's mrs. mediocrity to you

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That's mrs. mediocrity to you. Random ramblings of an average jo. Lying in bed on a wednesday. It’s so easy to focus on the flaws. Easy to miss the forest for the trees when you want to keep standing in the shade. The big picture contains so much information, when all i want is this leaf or that berry or maybe even a thorn. But inside me, a little voice keeps saying. As if i’m the one in charge, as if it’s all up to me, as if i can fix the situation. The circus has come to america’s backyard, but n...

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Archive poetry in motion | that's mrs. mediocrity to you

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That's mrs. mediocrity to you. Random ramblings of an average jo. The wind tells tales of emptiness. Littering wide roads with leaves just released. From the captivity of decent living. Beneath a sky gone grey with culture. An empty swamp sags with the pattern of destruction. Heron filled and heron full on rotting fish and. And all the green has rolled inward, hoping for storm. Finding nothing but dry heat hot. From the memory of august. Balanced on the razor of reduction. As blinding answers dive. Never...

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from every angle | that's mrs. mediocrity to you

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That's mrs. mediocrity to you. Random ramblings of an average jo. And i just want to dance. In the breeze of simplicity. This entry was posted on Saturday, July 25th, 2015 at 7:08 amand is filed under . You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Feed You can leave a response. From your own site. I cherish your comments. Click here to cancel reply. Mail (will not be published) (required). Life is a pencil. Write your story.". This is my penciled-in story,. Prose and poetry, image and.