Poetry: Necromancer
I am not a necromancer
I don’t talk to the dead
can’t call me on
your ouija board
I won’t resurrect
what I’ve buried
beneath my flowers
I am not clairvoyant
I can’t...
Lit Review: Bee-Coursing Box
Welcome to Lit Review, where columnist Dominiq Wilson will take apart a series of chapbooks to figure out what works and what doesn’t for...
Lit Review: Plein Jeu
Welcome to Lit Review, where columnist Dominiq Wilson will take apart a series of chapbooks to figure out what works and what doesn’t for...
Lit Review: Little Climates
Welcome to Lit Review, where columnist Dominiq Wilson will take apart a series of chapbooks to figure out what works and what doesn't for...
Lit Reveiw: The Spoons in the Grass are There to Dig a Moat
Welcome to Lit Review, where columnist Dominiq Wilson will take apart a series of chapbooks to figure out what works and what doesn't for...
BSA & SpeakOut partner for open mic on ‘Civil Discourse’
Last Thursday the 25th, the Black Student Alliance and poetry club SpeakOut at Transylvania University co-hosted an open mic night in commemoration of Dr....
Lit Review: Purgatory
Welcome to Lit Review, where columnist Dominiq Wilson will take apart a series of chapbooks to figure out what works and what doesn't for...
Poetry: ‘And We Shall Inherit The Earth’
I have been witness to Holocene unheard of.
Where we walk, dead flowers wane in wilt,
filling our footsteps with their shrinking corpses
like the marks of...
Lit Review: The Strict Economy of Fire
Welcome to Lit Review, where columnist Dominiq Wilson will take apart a series of chapbooks to figure out what works and what doesn’t for...
Under the Gun: I dreamed last night I dreamed
And in that sleep, the world was burning
under golden flare of paper. Ink ran in shimmering tears,
rivulets of past sorrows melting upwards in soft...