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Aided Somersault (Poesía) 9-07-2004
by Peter St.Christopher Kelly
I slid out of my slimy nook My mother's birth canal The world wholly swallowed me up, like a hungry animal. The scare of night I was bound to see, Ne'er to taste of glee, But destiny had a plan for me, As queer as I may be. I loved the...

My Place in a Changing World (Opiniones) 23-09-2003
by Peter St.Christopher Kelly
One of the most embraced platitudes of all time is that ‘the only thing that remains constant is change’. This aspect of man’s existence is unrestrained by predilection, and we are all pendulous to the effects of it. Particularly, I am penchant to...

Religion, Sexuality and the fight against HIV/AIDS. (Opiniones) 7-06-2004
by Peter St.Christopher Kelly
Religion, sexuality and HIV/AIDS have hardly been used in the same sentence without evoking heated debate or deep interest. Karl Marx said “…religion is the opium of the people”, but sceptics and concerned individuals alike, are less sanguine...

School Environments: The Development of One's True Potential (Opiniones) 7-09-2003
by Peter St.Christopher Kelly
For eons, man has been involved in the quest for formal education, and in all of mankind’s exertions, he has been inclined to ascertain his highest intellectual capability or potential. A school environment surpasses the classroom, and is any...

Uncaged Boy (Poesía) 9-07-2004
by Peter St.Christopher Kelly
I lived with a paternal aunt who abused me. It made me stronger! Between the world and hard place stands, I boy who understands, The way a wry and wicked aunt, Deceived that she was good. Each day she'd call me ugly, Described my face as...