My Special Place

There is a place, a special place where ocean water, ebbs and flows with rocks upon, which I can sit where no one, ever hardly goes. there I can stand, upon their forms and view, the miles of open sea, or listen, to her music and write, the lyrics sung to me it never changes, and often waits the old rocks, keep for me warm, the sea, laps at them constantly asking when, I’ll be along. I don’t, get to go there often but still, it’s my very special place, For there is where, I find myself when from the world, I need some space.

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I see myself as a snowflake, unique, with my own design, my own landing pattern, as I gently fall to the ground. I see myself as a chinese box with faces within faces within my own changing face. My brother, my mother, my father all in the puzzle, all known souls all exist in a blink of my eye, or the purse of my mouth. I see myself as a mimosa seed the twisting kaleidoscope shield; I, alone, descended somehow collectively, born of angles who come angels who come to see, who fell and emerged, who filled my first breath.

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My Head Hurts!

Resolution “I’ve always been more interested in the connotation than the denotation…My sphincter squirmed. My pharynx quivered. I wanted to fart and burp at the same time” … sensuality tenderness love are not the borrowed salient features of sexual exuberance – pace, bleeding letters, frozen object … “I stepped out into the light and realized I was nude … hot, sweaty, scared, terrified, wet, defiant, angry, desolate, hopeful … I do have control over my life at this point.” Transgressions “The old man wasn’t really old … They were at a bar … Humiliation was his triumph … Clarity was usurped by absolute stupor … But the boy didn’t say .. read more

Miss Piggy Boldly Goes Where No Man Has Gone Before

Student Prints University of Southern Mississippi Hattiesburg, MS Published Summer 1996The reader may not be surprised when I declare that I have never been attracted to a large blonde pig with lavender gloves. What may shock is that I regret this fact, for Miss Piggy is my shining ideal of a lady. Feminism means many different things for different women, but for me that foam, porcine Muppet has embodied its essence. As a way of introduction, let us compare Star Trek: The Next Generation’s beautiful Counselor Troi to Swine Trek’s equally stunning First Mate Piggy. Both shows are now in reruns, had male captains with problem hair, and featured “space .. read more

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I don’t want to hear you beg I’m sick of beggars If you are a man take what you want from me or what you can. Even if you have me like some woman across town you think you love. Look at me Standing here with my penis as straight as yours. What do you think this is? The weather cock on a rooftop? We sneak all over town like two damn thieves, whiskey on our breath, no street lights on the back roads, just the stars above us as ordinary as they should be. We always have to work it out, walk it through, talk it over, drink and .. read more

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Because you will never know the answer until after we are done. Is your faith really that strong? I understand the need to move on. It is something that happens too us all. And if your time has truly come. I also understand that with the beauty of this love there comes pain and despair. no one is immune! But consider what you have in your hands. Before you give it up. Don’t trade a treasure for an empty box. “When you stop contributing to life. You become a burden, it’s time to move on.” Love, it warps our senses, twists our souls. It can take us past hope, past .. read more

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Desires Rain, snow, ice storms, peaceful sunny days. I was riveted to life, a beggar cruising the endless alley. Oblivious, stupid, proud, supernatural, calm, who needed friends or lovers? O my rapturous childhood, I was right to hate what I hated. Listen: in Hell we don’t give the dying a penny, but we’re civil. We see the world correctly. We’re not salesmen. Nothing hurts us, not even the surly, confident ones, the false elect,who humiliate us, refuse to bless us. Southern swamps, you’ve sponged up all the light. My soul won’t stop grieving. I’d have to strangle myself to end these bleak hymns honestly. When I confronted the King of .. read more

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Gay Marriage Should Be Legal

Published Summer 1996 Student Printz University of Southern Mississippi Hattiesburg, MS USA The gay marriage debate has produced some of the wackiest doomsday scenarios since nuclear winter. An idea fixation runs through it all: Allowing people of the same sex to marry will open floodgates on every form of human perversion. Consider William Bennett’s recent screed in The Washington Post. “On what principled grounds could the advocates of same-sex marriage oppose the marriage of two consenting brothers?” he wonders. “How could they explain why we ought to deny a marriage license to a bisexual who wants to marry two people?” In a sane world, it would be considered bigoted to .. read more

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Don’t Let Fear Dominate

Student Printz University of Southern Mississippi Hattiesburg, MS Summer 1996 Fear is a funny thing. It stops us from doing a lot of stupid things, but it can also ruin our lives. As I start y senior year, I am having to face many of my fears. Will I get a job? One that I like? What kind of job do I want? have I done everything I can to prepare myself for the real world? Do I have enough courses to graduate? What will happen to me once I leave the security of the university? Where will I be this time next year? In five years? Ten? Seniors face .. read more

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War among USM Factions Looms

Published Summer 1996 Student Printz University of Southern Mississippi Hattiesburg, MS USA The conflict between the Administration and the Graduate STudents cannot be completely evaluated without considering how it has affected the undergraduate population. Many have wondered whether undergraduates should be involved in this conflict, but whether we like it or not, undergraduates cannot avoid playing a role in the struggle. the relevant question is, are we being involved “unfairly?” Is someone manipulating us like pawns in a sordid political game? Many of us sign the classic sigh of the petty-bourgeoisie, feeling crushed between the pincers of organized proletarians on the one hand and greedy capitalists on the other. But .. read more

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