DS Maolalai is a poet from Ireland who has been writing and publishing poetry for almost 10 years. His first collection, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden, was published in 2016 by the Encircle Press. He has been nominated for Best of the Web and twice for the Pushcart Prize. The vegetables rolled in the […]Read more "The vegetables"
Below is Part 22 of 23 monthly installments for Visitant. ◄◄ Read the prologue / introduction: Meet Agnes Person ◄ Read the previous installment | Slipper Moon Apts. Cold Turkey Big-bellied hair bound in medieval beehive, Agnes loads her bike basket with bones for TN wrapped in butcher’s paper. She has braved the late November cold for […]Read more "Agnes Person | Cold Turkey"
Matthew Bruce Harrison’s writing can be found in West Branch, Yemassee, Carolina Quarterly, Texas Review, Adroit Journal, Cincinnati Review, Bayou, Gargoyle and Permafrost, among others. His poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart and for the Best of the Net Anthology, and his fiction has been nominated for the storySouth Million Writers Award and was […]Read more "The Waffle House on Battlefield Parkway in Chickamauga"
If we sit to work or pray, the back curves in all the wrong places. Take inventory: straighten the spine; tuck the hips forward. Assumption: Lactic acid builds and pools in stillness. Solution: Always move. Bend. Do not sleep. Soldier says, Remember Maslow’s Hierarchy. I say I do not have the strength to rest or […]Read more "Theodicy in Pure Barre"
Shawn Aveningo is a globally published, award-winning poet who can’t stand the taste of coconut, eats pistachios daily and loves shoes … especially red ones! Shawn’s work has appeared in over 100 literary journals and anthologies. She’s a Pushcart nominee, co-founder of The Poetry Box, managing editor for The Poeming Pigeon and journal designer for […]Read more "On Making Bisque to Comfort the Mother Who Lost Her Son"
There are days I drag through, head down through the deaths of my red dogs, the oxymoron of religious war, lists of going-extinct songbirds, and the sonic bombardment of whales in war games. These gumbo muds stick in my stout boots, tar-goo I cannot shuck off with knives of steel or wipe clean with rags […]Read more "For Better or Worse"
A man’s home may be his castle but the home realm has long been assigned to women. A division of labor bucked with the feminist movement, outsourced by the wealthy, reclaimed with the Third Wave stay-at-home family CEO mom, but still much in the purview of women. The kitchen, especially, is symbolic of this division. Misogynists […]Read more "Shattering the Glass Kitchen"
Madeleine Johnson is an actress, filmmaker and writer from Portland, Oregon. She attributes her appreciation for many of the best things in life—black coffee, dinner parties, roadtrips, rock music, laughing til you cry, trashy tv, pop art—to her late, great mother. Madeleine’s blog, Dear Mama, is a collection of letters written to her mother since […]Read more "Dear Mama PART 3"
This is not an expression of some deep-seated need for self-mutilation or deprivation. There are a lot of perfectly normal reasons why I decided to stop eating for 72 hours.Read more "The 30-Hour 3-Day Water Fast"
You can’t really dry chanterelles, or so I was told by a guide for the Mushroom Gathering at Breitenbush, a cheerful graying adventurer called Animal. Animal says he dries chanterelles because there are people who want to buy dried chanterelles from him, but the texture is unsatisfactory. It’s better to preserve these choice mushrooms by […]Read more "Freezing Chanterelles"