If I Could Just Speak Candidly

If I could just--well of course I could. This is my platform and I've created this space for that reason. Yet I've repeatedly put myself down with limitations and rules. I do this frequently with my notebooks that I use for writing--any writing--from recipes, to poems, to to-do lists, to little one-off notes, day dream …

Abjection or Exploration: Kristeva’s Moving Shadows Under A Light

Une langue se boit et se parle, et un jour elle vous possède Kamel Daoud, Meursault contre-enquête               In a critique of Julia Kristeva’s work in a novel titled About Chinese Women, Gayatri Spivak declared that Kristeva’s own Bulgarian pre-history was “not even a shadow under the harsh light of the Parisian voice” (Spivak 164, …

Travel Intrusions and Assertions of Language Limitation

Examining Centuries of Procedure in Travel Narratives “…the very words that signify lying treachery, dissimulation, avarice, envy, belitting, pardon—unheard of.”Montaigne, Des Cannibales           “And you there support the Bay City Rollers, not the IRA, isn’t that right?” asserted a soldier to my mother in the early 1970’s as she sat still in her bed. At just …

A Walk Through Time and Deterioration

The small hand of the clock is on eleven, I reach over to the night stand for a flashlight--without it a long dark trek to the bathroom would lie before me--a daunting route for a five year old from her childhood bed in her Granny's home. Outside the sky is bright for this time of …

Rendering and Privacy: A Re-presentation

Experiences that signify who we are, can transcend both our realms of privacy and publicity. The decision to pass through the boundary of a private matter to make it public is personal and something we cannot decide for others. In “A Private Experience,” the short story written by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, the main character Chika, …

An Expression of Racial Annihilation and Incompetence by the British

The history of Ireland and England has been tangled together for centuries. Since the beginning, the growth and grievances of these nations were arguably either shared or dealt with by one or the other. In the nineteenth century, one of the most telling examples of this was The Great Irish Famine. A time of starvation, …

I’ll try to describe it, but I think it’s only for me

Isn't life beautiful in the way that we have so many intimate moments with ourselves? Where no-one else is capable of knowing or understanding? A compilation of calendar years that won't settle to arrange themselves in an agenda. Like when I finally cried, and it was silent and warm. I loved that drive, past the …

De Jouer Une Mosaïque de Je

French is my second language, so keep that in mind. Although I've written plenty theory papers and course papers in French I still regress to some of the simplest grammar and structural mistakes in my writing despite my trying           Le « je » fracturais, noyé, exporté, déplacé, disparu devient un jeu de théâtralité pendant la pièce de …

Legacy without hurt

You said you felt like me--coming back from a walk with fallen leaves I would've picked out, fallen from a tree I wonder what will be my impact that lasts the joy, growth, and pain intertwined from our pasts

20/20

Don't tell me what its like not to be a dreamer My eyes are wide open, switching through the lenses. Don't tell me what its like not to be a dreamer switching through the lenses, to see which I prefer Don't tell me what its like not to always wonder I'm only waiting for things …