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Dreams and False Alarms. Newer posts →. June 11, 2013 · 4:10 am. 8220;performance studies”. Reading the chapbook of the friend I miss the most and I realize I don’t know when to shut my mouth. The voice of my poems is the voice of my voice and it booms with obnoxious vibrato. I assembled a chapbook today. I applied to two jobs. I went to yoga. I made split pea soup. I can focus when I sleep and eat so much protein/am a protein machine. I don’t feel safe when I am writing a poem. Bull in all senses of bull.
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About Megan! | Dreams and False Alarms
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Dreams and False Alarms. I currently live in Boise, Idaho, where I work as a caretaker and substitute teacher. I possess an MFA in Writing from Sarah Lawrence College. My poems can be found here. And are forthcoming here. 4 responses to “. March 5, 2008 at 12:21 am. February 28, 2009 at 6:03 pm. I love your site! Experiencing a slow PC recently? January 29, 2010 at 6:02 pm. Yo, megan, just wanted to let you know that i love reading your blog! May 19, 2010 at 6:32 am. I heart you/your words. Chloe's ...
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what’s the number according to whose measure? | Dreams and False Alarms
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Dreams and False Alarms. Trust the Bunny Hutch & All–. Http:/ selfperformancewith.tumblr.com →. August 8, 2013 · 8:15 am. What’s the number according to whose measure? Look at me perform my sorrow! Than a dead rabbit. You should know. You built the scale. Or I did. Give you all the credit. Take it. Relate to it. I don’t know what my text messages mean. When I made terrible sexual decisions. But I left him in the bathroom. But I admitted that things are well, that I want this and I mean it. Maybe it will ...
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Trust the Bunny Hutch & All– | Dreams and False Alarms
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Dreams and False Alarms. What’s the number according to whose measure? August 2, 2013 · 8:57 am. Trust the Bunny Hutch & All–. The problem is that I don’t want a job. I’m not qualified for anything that excites me. I want to sit around and talk to people about what they make and why they make it– about what is personal to them– the stories they tell about themselves. I can spend hours on Facebook fascinated by the profiles of strangers. I don’t know if there’s a job like that. He says “February? But one ...
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Where the Bluebird Sings to the Lemonade Springs: Gratitude
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Where the Bluebird Sings to the Lemonade Springs. I write because when I speak, I digress: musings, observations, travel chronicles and compositions. Thursday, March 17, 2011. I'm trying to be grateful these days. It's a good practice. Gratitude transcends political, religious, and cultural boundaries; pretty much everybody agrees that it's a good idea. And since I'm trying to live a good life, I'm going with it. Why do these kids need extracurriculars? Do they even care? Gratitude - Tuesday March 1st.
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Where the Bluebird Sings to the Lemonade Springs: Teach a man how to fish
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Where the Bluebird Sings to the Lemonade Springs. I write because when I speak, I digress: musings, observations, travel chronicles and compositions. Monday, March 11, 2013. Teach a man how to fish. Be careful folks, or your refrain of "I'm sooo not techy, can you help? Will start to sound to me like "Though nearly all of human knowledge is on the internet for my perusal, I don't want to take the time to learn.so I'm going to claim ignorance so you will do it for me.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Where the Bluebird Sings to the Lemonade Springs: April 2009
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Where the Bluebird Sings to the Lemonade Springs. I write because when I speak, I digress: musings, observations, travel chronicles and compositions. Saturday, April 25, 2009. People say death is a part of life; but grief? Grief is a part of love. Wednesday, April 15, 2009. From Base Camp at Yosemite. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). From Base Camp at Yosemite. Josh and Lael's Life on the Ice (Antarctica Blog). Trav's Travels (friend's SE Asia blog). Gaztemundu (my Basque Country blog). Follow me on Twitter.
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Where the Bluebird Sings to the Lemonade Springs: October 2010
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Where the Bluebird Sings to the Lemonade Springs. I write because when I speak, I digress: musings, observations, travel chronicles and compositions. Friday, October 15, 2010. What We Remember About Our China Trip. Cafe con leche with Rafael and Estephania. Executive floor breakfast in the hotel. Sichuan dinner, sticky gummy desserts. Blueberry fried muffin desserts. Wine with gold flakes sprinkled in it. Little boy on bus with long braid (signifies health). Miguelin, the big damn confusing baby. Miao-Mi...
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Gratitude | Dreams and False Alarms
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Dreams and False Alarms. Gestures with Gorgeous (In)security. Next Post →. June 28, 2013 · 2:26 pm. I feel overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude right now and if I don’t express it I think I’ll burst but Facebook didn’t seem like the right platform (too much of a performance, not that this isn’t? I have a fridge full of fresh produce that a woman I love dearly grows largely on her own terms. I miss farming, being close to the land, that kind of intelligence. Gestures with Gorgeous (In)security. You are c...
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Dreams and False Alarms
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Dreams and False Alarms. Trust the Bunny Hutch & All– →. Don’t let yourself get seduced. I am seduced by the idea that anniversaries live in my musculature and that yoga today. Helped me work through the severing I endured last year, the breakup that thankfully changed. Everything. I was writing this in my head as J deepened my “happy baby” pose. I was generating/reflecting on how far I’ve come, as I’ve done intermittent dedication lately–. In the abstract, I’ve learned to set boundaries. I said. Guilty ...
