Poetry: The Deadliest
by: Bobby Crowley My certainty flickers like the holograms of the 20th century, like the flame tucked deep into the bow as the Chicago winds howl: a futile measure for […]
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Is There a Point to Cheating?: Being Sex Positive and Against Infidelity
by: Bobby Crowley So, I was thinking about the word “slut” this week. I was thinking about the word “slut” and it sparked some mental churning. I began to think […]
Second Degree Embarassment: How Awkward Is MTV’s Saving Grace
by: Barbara Crowley When I think of television programming on MTV, I think of the silly shows that replaced my beloved countdowns and Cribs. I think of the falsely advertised […]
These Boots Are Made for Talking: What My Style Says About My Identity
by: Bobby Crowley “Just grow your hair out.” “I am not going out with you dressed like that.” “Did you notice your hose were ripped?” “Why don’t you ever wear pants?” […]
Poetry: Slither
by: Bobby Crowley You slither in the shadows of my mind Leaving a thick slime that stains my memories Your foul stench never leaving my flesh I can’t even cut it […]
