The Yellow, The Doronicum Shape, and the Herbal Scent: or, The Joy of Neural Binding |
I
lament that all the world I see
Experienced
my neural circuitry.
For
once beholden a certain bloom,
Shaped
my senses by reflective loom,
And
when each part became as one,
I
smel...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Dec 2009 19:52:00 GMT |
Let's Talk About Race in America |
....and how can we not? Race underlies the fundamental social divide that we see amongst Americans (North Americans to be precise, United States Americans to be specific). Why this divide exists needs...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Jul 2009 13:15:00 GMT |
Floralia |
When
from the spring jets forth the summer rays....
Hue
that oft fills each rose in bloom,....
The
Gold diffused burst glorious displays....
For
every eye that dare consume.....
.. .....
Posted by on Sun, 26 Jul 2009 13:13:00 GMT |
Ode to a Palestinian Child |
The Brimming fire shimmers in the young lads eyes,While the glittering debris flirts with his lashes;And though his fear occasions no concealed surprise,And though his tears reveal what his heart can...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jun 2009 07:02:00 GMT |
A First Day Away |
Anxiety births the possibility hidden in this annulled being (the dizzying nausea),And how the sensation invokes the sensuality that defines every line and curve of your immaculate face, eliciting the...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 20:59:00 GMT |
Obama and the Politics of Labels |
I failed to recognize the PC madness that has been ensuing while law school consumed my little world. "Homicide bombers" have replaced "suicide bombers" to let us know that they are not just killing t...
Posted by on Mon, 18 May 2009 09:11:00 GMT |
I to the World |
And what am I to the world: A grain of sand seeking an identity in a desert land; A fallen leaf floating aimlessly upon the wind;A drop of rain upon the rising tide;A thought in the sea of ideas;A voi...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 21:02:00 GMT |
A Thought on Property |
The premise from which I'll start will be based on Locke's labor theory for two reasons: the theory allows a point of primal spring from which we start with a wilderness and end with a garden, and fro...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 16:18:00 GMT |
Wendy |
Beauty must always be its own excuse for being,For seen or sought, it is always worth believing.A Rhodora in a desert land, you are for only God to see,A testament to his work and formed most delicate...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Nov 2008 00:46:00 GMT |
A Word to Keep you Here |
Will this one word do if the word were true?Could I say it once, or would you misconstrue? For want of less fragility, uttered and breaking throughUpon a wave, the damage one can not undue,Will this o...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 16:50:00 GMT |
