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Sonnet 2: The Blues

Sonnet 2: The Blues  A blue butterfly landed on my windowsill last night and I let him in because you had the same eyes.   But his skin was blue and yours was black but your aura had a blueness to it.   Do you still feel that way sometimes Blue?   You never told… Continue reading Sonnet 2: The Blues

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The Patriarchy’s Deadly Fear of the New Woman

In Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Victorian life is very contained, conformed, and composed. That is, until some mysterious foreigner known as Dracula comes along. Through the journey and tragedy of the novel, readers paint Dracula as this villain that corrupts a pure and conservative society. However, with a close look at the text and its plethora… Continue reading The Patriarchy’s Deadly Fear of the New Woman