John Roedel

@johnroedel.bsky.social

Poet, comic, and terrible dancer who lives as a non-cowboy in the wild western plains of Wyoming. johnroedel.com

The old guard in my town told me that I should move if I don’t like it here. So I immediately took their advice and I started dancing. Now, I dance on the cracked sidewalks, where the weeds don’t ask permission to be flowers.

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art should roam untamed, not be led by tethered hands — who decides its path? art was never meant to march in straight lines, to salute patriotically, or to bow for its supper. it belongs to the wild ones, the question-askers, the dreamers who refuse to color inside tired lines.

our breath keeps our hearts from time traveling to the storms behind us or to the unwritten future. stay with me here in the present. there is so much wonder for you to witness. anchor yourself to the unfolding now with every single breath you take.

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don’t let anyone tell you that empathy is weakness. having a heart for those less fortunate is a perpetual genesis. it transforms the cold dark universe. it creates new hope. it allows for growth. its sews us together. it’s an unbreakable circle of kindness. empathy is everything we came here for.

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I wished on a falling star on New Year’s Eve that this 2025 is the year you become authentically yourself without a single hint of fear. Explore your heart. Find the beautiful weirdo inside of you and wake them up. This is the year of becoming who you’ve always been meant be.

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