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Jana Remy

  • Writing
    • Disability
    • Making History
    • Digital Humanities
      • dayofDH
    • Canoeing
    • Creative Nonfiction & Essays
    • Feminism
    • Bibliographies
      • Pacific Worlds Bibliography
    • Social Media
      • Mentions/Links
  • Scholarship
    • Awards/Fellowships
    • Conferences & Invited Talks
    • Collaboration
    • Workshops
    • Conference Planning
    • Technical Skills
  • Teaching
    • Blogposts About Teaching
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October 28, 2006

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A Kodak moment with superstar blogger Kaimi Wenger and SunstoneBlogger Matt Thurston (and, of course, me & John in the middle).

October 28, 2006
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Johnsongs/poetry

because my dreams are yours, too

It’s late and we’ve talked for over an hour. We could talk for hours more, but we know we need to arise early in the morning. So you sing the words of Marc Almond’s “These My Dreams” into my ear as we drift off to sleep holding tight to each other (with ellycat curled in a small ball at our feet)…

You can have my smile, my tears,
My wishes, here’s a fortune
To adorn you.
I’ll whisper in the night to you,
Promise to adore and never scorn you.
And as we grow a little older,
Try to understand more of each other.
I will be your golden eye,
Your master of illusion,
Or just your lover.

I’ll be a dragonfly, a butterfly
A secret, or a little lie to test you.
A song, a verse, a lullaby,
A symphony once in a while
To try and impress you.
I’ll take your heart to the limit
The colours of my joy,
My tears to dress you.
But sometimes dear
My heart’s my own,
I don’t wish to exclude you or
Distress you.

But darling…
In my hand
The grains of sand
A thousand million moments of emotion
Oh… these
Oh… these my dreams are yours

October 28, 2006
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Hi there friend, and welcome to my blog. I started writing on the internet two decades ago. Since then I've started and finished a PhD program, left the Mormon church and became a Quaker, got divorced, remarried, found full-time work in academia, took up rock climbing and outrigger canoeing, and traveled across the globe (China! Belgium! Italy! Chicago! Montana! Portland! Gettysburg! and oh-so-many points in-between). This blog is eclectic and random--it has poetry and cooking and books. And cats. And flowers. And the ocean (my ocean). But in that sense it's a good reflection of me and my wide-ranging, far-reaching, magpie curiosity.

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