Dominic Campbell

Often times providence comes under guise of punishment. My art is my passion, my purpose, my blessing and bane. I have little love for fact, where there is option for fiction. Without art we are but cynics and scientists. 

In Pursuit of Poems
2 months ago
A Poem
The Kindness of Cotton and the Cruelties of Coin
2 months ago
It was a thick night, a heavy night, beneath Alabama sky, Up there in that great house I could hear that baby cry. His cry was not of suffering, simply calling for his due. For though his skin was mom...