All posts tagged: independence


I want to be a clockmaker. But I want to envelop Father Time in a lullaby, thereby gifting minutes—or possibly hours—to people who dare to dream. Extra moments, for the mind to run free. It would be a magnificent clock indeed! Methinks five large hands, each one unique in design and whirling past Roman numerals—some missing, some cockeyed—with a tempest’s energy, in opposite directions. Fashioned like the grandfathers of yore, my clock would bewilder all eyes that looked upon it, propelling the expected into the realm of the unexpected, thus removing one’s mind from the linear passage of time and gently placing it into a nebulous and seemingly never-ending moment. Yes, I want to be a clockmaker. I want to give the gift of time, which is the creator of dreams. © 2018 Joe Blend. All rights reserved.

Torch and Pitchfork | 2-oz. Read | Blog


A carrot was dangled. It baited the hate and uncaged the rage, trading lives for votes using a soul with a hole. And now there’s noise that tries to drown the sound of the fears and tears about being selected and collected, rejected or ejected, blamed and shamed. You see, that noise does not bother with a founding father since that was then and this is now, so who cares about the “how”? A beast was unleashed—that much is certain—but it did not come from the heart of a nation. It came, instead, from the bowels of a station. But that collective force is finally seeing its claws slowly clipped, a growing effort to stifle the trifle that values characters over character and con-fidence over courage. In that spirit, let’s open the windows to vent the fears and dry the tears, to embrace fresh air because we care. Let’s take our steps together, in the same light and under the same sky…toward the same horizon. your voice is a spark igniting truth and belief— let’s …

Power Cliches Keep the Hive Alive | 2-oz. Read | Blog


The prepackaged aspects of contemporary society produce a misguided mirage. That’s because “follow the leader” is the name of the game, and it is a game because square pegs in square holes built a cardboard landscape. The mentality behind the mirage—let’s call it “the hive”—believes trite speak on framed mountain peaks and bold ads for fresh fads should serve as challenges—to you and for you—to “be” a “better” “you.” It preaches the notion that working harder and not smarter will give you a reason to hold your head high. It wants you to believe that the latest and greatest tomorrow is within your grasp, but only with their guidance. Sounds great, right? Well, what the hive doesn’t tell you is that they’ll own your tomorrow if you let them. If you subscribe to their future, what was once considered cookie-cutter will suddenly appear as if it’s the cream of the crop. And you’ll dream in beige. Before you know it, life becomes a bland illusion in which you’re always chasing a carrot on a stick. …