In a 1938 review for Poetry, Willard Maas critiques The Book of the Dead’s documentary mode, stating “the signs of the road lead her...

Date submitted: 27 September 2023 Date accepted: 7 November 2023

I’m thinking of ending things— To rephrase, my relationship with cold Horrible, unworthy thoughts That see me simmering, diffused, and...

This essay contains major spoilers for the show Severance. It has been argued that Dante's metaphysical worldview is alien to modern...

An arrow only flies as true as its fletching; the feathers laid sharp on the end of your ruin. It must be like this So I can, unimpeded,...

Your red hood on high, Riding fast through the countryside– My little red hood; Blood rose, cherry pit, Sangiovese, open-wound. Bicycle...

On the television and the many social media feeds I am chained to, I see a woman ask a man if the pyramids were built from the top down...

“She knew nothing; no language, no history; she scarcely read a book now, except memoirs in bed” (Woolf 7); so Clarissa Dalloway...

We are living through an unprecedented crisis in sleep. This idea is clearly alive in the popular imagination, from articles advising us...

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. I am not pregnant. I was pregnant. I could feel her inside me, then there she is, already learning to walk,...

In response to “‘Uninterrupted Joy, Unrivalled Love’: Reading Paradise Lost Through Affective Prayer” by Shelby Haber. When I first...

Psychosis, Self-Estrangement, and Estrangement from Reality in Robert Lowell’s Neurodiverse Poetry “And some go mystical, and some go...

Throughout Jude the Obscure, Thomas Hardy pays a great deal of attention to clothing details, lingering on sartorial choices and changes...

The Devil’s Dictionary tells us that astrology is “[the] science of making the dupe see stars” (ASTROLOGY - The Devil’s Dictionary...

The place of the feminine within literary and political discourse and the discussion of the complexities of gender continues as an...

In Eleusian fields, I’m delusional still Crawling past the edge, hedging all my bets Initiated into lex, Now I cannot repent. To wash my...

At last comes the long-awaited month after the solstice. The snow-glint yellow sun dancing on the still-porous surface of the frozen...

I came across Cain and Abel in my front yard. Rolling in the dirt, their faces (and thus their souls) were obscure to me. Had I been able...

I watch the sunlight As it slithers after its own shadows Across my walls, Leaving stroboscopic imprints Of its movements In egg-yolk...

White Noise, directed by Noah Baumbach, is a confident, often chaotic, and consistently funny adaptation of the 1985 novel by Don...