Hello, You were my first. My normal reaction is to listen. To let people do their jobs. To give you my best ear when you pick up the phone to cold call and soft sell the hard sale. But I was working. And I thought you were someone else. The vague idea from caller idea … Read more
(includes video) In August of 2020, WLD performed a brief reading of some new writing which that caustic year inspired. It is available to watch now.
(includes audio) Interview/reading done in the KJHK studio on the KU campus in Lawrence, KS, in 2015 on the release of William L. Domme’s historical horror novel, The Confluence.
(includes video) In the historic summer of 2020, amidst a global pandemic and nationwide protests against police brutality and systemic racism, Arts Connect in Topeka, KS, produced a video to celebrate the speech of Frederick Douglass which he gave on July 5, 1852, titled, What, to the Slave, is the Fourth of July? William L. … Read more
After all the people shouting at viewers who already agree and are galvanized like nails waiting to be hammered as if tines on a tuning fork yet somehow out of key locked in false times under their thumb. After all the people shouting from broadcast towers in places we’ve never been; people we’ve never met … Read more
Megan’s friend read the tabloids, the titans, National Inquirer, News of the World, you know, the glossies that stand sentry at every food checkout belt in the Food Checkout Belt of America. “They’re just as true as the stories in the Harvard Fair or whatever crusty upper crust editor-in-chief camoed out in pipe and tweed … Read more
Jazz tonight…cold winter tonight…visions of Kansas bonfire nights tonight…hellish thoughts tonight…who says the tenants will be removed tonight…Langston Hughes rhythms tonight…want of alcohol tonight…if the landlord should return tonight…if the bill remains unpaid tonight…silent meditations of dreams tonight…apodictic speech to shadows tonight…if the proletariat gathers strength tonight…if the tension becomes condensed tonight…Emily Dickinson seclusion tonight…transforming … Read more
The streets are paved in the shadow of a hustle you can’t see, only feel. There’s a hole in the wallet where money falls out just as fast as you stuff it in. Fat-cat looking out of the tower doesn’t come down to pick your pocket. He sends word down through a memo to his … Read more
The shades pulled low in the Rundown. Janitor scrubbing the towers top to bottom. Disinfecting seats of power and of defecation. Wiping receivers of oily prints. Evikt imagined them in the daylight; the drones with their prints all over the scene of the crimes, on keyboards and dry-erase porn; what she called the mailroom stockade … Read more