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 MoreThe unfortunate thing about not having 24/7 access to academic spaces is that you are not surrounded by fellow peers and creatives. Sure, you can keep in contact with them online and other varying methods of communication. But nothing beats being in a creative writing workshop or miniature cohort…
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