Never before has an elegy made me feel so giddy inside. Bob Hicok’s Elegy Owed provokes the reader to completely rethink the concept of the elegy, warp it from a leaden dirge into a necessary foil of wit and celebration. No abysmal doldrums weigh this collection down. With childlike playfulness, the shamanistic Hicok yanks the sky down…
Read MoreAfter a brief hiatus for the holidays, we are back and excited to bring more dynamic and engaging content to our platform. We’re kicking off 2019 with a new column from long-time Siblíní correspondent, Channler Twyman…
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