Vibing with the Victorians
…literary criticism. The never-ending reading and reviewing articles for the dissertation. Then the writing of it. Then the back and forth between my dissertation director and me. All of this…
…literary criticism. The never-ending reading and reviewing articles for the dissertation. Then the writing of it. Then the back and forth between my dissertation director and me. All of this…
…terrifics. The nimblest girl would claim the first flush; the sleepiest would be shaken awake. Then we were off to breakfast, the line of us, wearing shorts and sneakers. No…
…front yard and a giant oak growing in the corner of the backyard. The first year, a storm blew in and ravaged one of the three Bradford pears in the…
Stephanie Niu’s I Would Define the Sun The poems in Stephanie Niu’s debut collection, I Would Define the Sun, revel in expansive spaces of mystery: the ocean’s vast depths, the…
…— namely, there is no such thing. So, of course, the historical gatekeepers of the “Harlem Renaissance” narrative excluded Harrison, much like their counterparts did in the Socialist Party, the…
…a quick wank, and sometimes not. So, the words on the pages of the book held open in the hands of the handsome stranger seated next to me came as…