A Southern African-American poet has just published a work of radical literary integration. It storms the last bastion of dead-white-guy literature, the “whites only”
A Southern African-American poet has just published a work of radical literary integration. It storms the last bastion of dead-white-guy literature, the “whites only”
Improve the darkness. Scatter it with stars, the way a dream permits hyperbole. The way a diary recommends the ordinary, the priest’s devotions, the
Even the Mojave has plenty––dunes moon-white in moonlight, indigo space so full of stars they powder it like tunes from planet radio, prayers from