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Bluebird | GoodHeavensGwendolyn

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Spinning out into cyberspace. Frank McCourt believes in dreams. I like an illustration I saw once in a volume of the. Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Where there’s a kid sitting under a tree dangling a line into the Mississippi. He was just sitting there, doing nothing, and that’s something we need to do more of–to sit and do nothing, and dream, and to follow that dream. I think dreams are dangerous. Newer Entry →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).

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stuck | GoodHeavensGwendolyn

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Spinning out into cyberspace. I’m bad at this. That’s the thing that’s been going through my mind the past few days. I’m bad at this. I can’t seem to do anything right; I can’t seem to analyze poetry or write or read critically or retain information about the rise of Stalin or connect to people. This is me, dramatically complaining about my life in a terrible blog post. Newer Entry →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. The Chronicl...

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Hard to Explain | GoodHeavensGwendolyn

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Spinning out into cyberspace. My mom’s not really a music person. When she drives her mini-van (dubbed the swagger wagon by me, the republic gunship by my brothers) she prefers to listen to sports radio in order to keep up with her favorite team, the Texas Rangers. But I remember the moment when I started listening to music. It started with a mixtape burned onto a green cd, covered with the loopy scrawl of one of my best friends titled “Angela’s CD of AWESOME! Those songs can bring me back to the kid I w...

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Who? | GoodHeavensGwendolyn

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Spinning out into cyberspace. And with the complexity of children is the added complexity of adults. My parents. Who are they? Who was my mother before she was my mother? Who was the young girl who fled Vietnam with her parents and grew up to marry a white man? Who was she before she made pot roasts and refereed fights between small children? Who was my father? Who were his high school friends? Why did he choose to go to a small, private, liberal arts school miles and miles away from his Midwest home?

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Pair of Ls | GoodHeavensGwendolyn

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Spinning out into cyberspace. I almost failed the 4th grade. Eh, I have 3 more days. Newer Entry →. 2 thoughts on “ Pair of Ls. December 15, 2010 at 9:53 pm. You know this is why I have hated English for the past three years. I feel like that is the one class where I should really be able to get a better understand of our world. But every time I want to explore that in a paper, she shuts me down and conforms me to only focus on literary devices….I wanna see where they go! Or am I tripping?

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Saintly | GoodHeavensGwendolyn

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Spinning out into cyberspace. When I was younger. Well, when I was younger, being a saint was so easy. Their stories were told to us in school, where doing what was right was always so clear, so simple, and rays of golden light would tell them what to do and they would do it. Now I see that faith and hope are so much harder than they looked. Martyrs, didn’t they have struggle? Why didn’t they show us that? 8216;Lord, make me an instrument of your peace…’ There’s so much more than words. Stuck in the Midd...

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GoodHeavensGwendolyn | spinning out into cyberspace | Page 2

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Spinning out into cyberspace. I have a friend named Karen. I say we’re friends, but sometimes I think we’re in that awkward stage between being family acquaintances (our brothers go to school together) and socially associating (we went to camp together! In the 9th grade! But she gave me an awesome nickname, and I gave her a slightly less cool one, so I’m sticking us in the “friend” category. When I fell with no one to catch me, I think my expression was mostly one of frustration. I raged half-hearted...

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About! | GoodHeavensGwendolyn

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Spinning out into cyberspace. 8220;This above all–ask yourself in the stillest hour of your night:. 8221; –Rainier Maria Rilke. I’m not sure what I was thinking when I decided to write on this blog, but I don’t think it was “I. It was the whiteness of this blog that called to me. The pristine pages, the crisp font, a void that called to me to enter and dare. So I did, but with “. 8221; echoing in mind. Established February 2009 with a silly poem written in Spanish class. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Creat...

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ice palace | GoodHeavensGwendolyn

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Spinning out into cyberspace. Range rovers and lexuses park on the sides). In my pickup truck. Blasting the avett brothers. A mix from a brother, grown up). I broke down crying in the parking lot. And how you knew. The strumming of guitars would make me cry. And hearing track number two. You know i’m smiling. Don’t bulldoze the woods yet,. I’m not done running through. Look away dixieland–. Already missing the freedom of denim,. Just a sad southern girl. And innocent kisses freely given. Notify me of new...

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Flaxen/waxen | GoodHeavensGwendolyn

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Spinning out into cyberspace. I had a conversation today about hair. And not hair in general. Boy’s hair. And not just boy’s hair in general, but. The hair of boys for whom I have loved. Now it’s out in the open. It’s true. I notice people’s hair. July’s hair was fair and cut short, coarse, (like the way he coarsely brushed off my feelings for him). August’s hair is almost femininely soft, something I tell him often. He resents it and tells me he uses Suave brand shampoo. Newer Entry →. You are commentin...