It’s times like these—early September, the start of the semester, the twilight of another year—that I remember I am rarely […]
Like many this year, I found myself uncomfortably situated inside my home in isolation that seemed to grow longer and […]
The existential bodies of marginalized people are the new frontier for colonial land grabs. I was recently told, “I have […]
Reading as a writer is an odd activity at times or at least in my personal experience. As a writer […]
It’s hard to navigate the rattling in my brain at the question: what am I reading? Is it, also, what […]
Do you ever read what you initially thought was a random assortment of books, only to find they are surprisingly […]
In May, a series of complicated and boring events led me to Greensboro three months before I actually needed to […]
My name is Dom, but I am known in circles as Domo, Nikkie, Dominicki, Sunshine, Dominoque and of course Dominique. […]
As a writer, I’m fascinated by the idea of home as a physical and conceptual space. I don’t labor under […]
When the world went into hiding, and the coronavirus pandemic swept the nation, I found myself unemployed, planning a move […]
