Special Pets |
OTEP - Special Pets When you scream it sounds like a lullaby When you beg I get all gooey inside Tonight I take your eyes, mind, and tongue to spread the word, watch your Kingdom Come Another night wi...
Posted by Jayme e Diane on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 03:38:00 PST |
Daddy |
Daddyby: Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not doAny more, black shoeIn which I have lived like a footFor thirty years, poor and white,Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.Daddy, I have had to kill you....
Posted by Jayme e Diane on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 09:19:00 PST |
Miracles of Creation Too |
Concerned as it is with the historical and contemporary experience of formerly European colonies, postcolonial studies have shown little interest in the effects of such controlling power on non-human ...
Posted by Jayme e Diane on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 04:39:00 PST |
Ask Now The Beasts |
I have recently been engaging in a lot of research in the areas of epistemology, postcolonialism, and linguistics. In doing so I have taken a particular interest in the role of animals in each of thes...
Posted by Jayme e Diane on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 10:16:00 PST |
iLove |
Posted by Jayme e Diane on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:09:00 PST |
Eroding Civil Liberties: From Citizen to Subject |
The following is commentary on the potentially declining state of our nation as liberal rhetoric, state hegemony, and political apathy erode civil liberties and subtly displace the nation-state citize...
Posted by Jayme e Diane on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 10:15:00 PST |
Each Candidate |
Each candidate behaved well in the hope of being judged worthy of election. However, this system was disastrous when the city had become corrupt. For then it was not the most virtuous but the most pow...
Posted by Jayme e Diane on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 11:30:00 PST |
A Lifetime of Holidays |
And I've never felt lonelier
Hope, though hopeless
was hope nonetheless
And I've never felt lonelier, Love
though less...
Posted by Jayme e Diane on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 12:59:00 PST |
I Can Taste Death On Your Lips |
I can taste death on your lipsand all their twisted red screams like a siren can't say we never had passion it lit us up with all the heat of fireand killed us just the same
Posted by Jayme e Diane on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 08:51:00 PST |
Public Reaction |
It has often been the case with conversations involving religion, politics, or the environment (or any combination of the three) that my participation inevitably provokes any number of nonverbal commu...
Posted by Jayme e Diane on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 11:56:00 PST |
