Hens and Chicks

In a small clay pot,
glimmer of leaf
light from my bed-
room window,
I twist-tie the mother
to a toothpick
guidepost, noticing
the daughter at her foot,
a miniature version
of her miniature self,
the succulent I almost
had not noticed hiding

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The Wishbone

Christine A. MacKenzie is a student of English, creative writing, and psychology at the University of Michigan-Ann Arbor. She is a crisis counselor and a writer. In the future she plans to become a psychotherapist and continue to write. She has recently been published in The Inflectionist Review, Xylem, The Merrimack Review, and Fourteen Hills. […]

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The vegetables

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 […]

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Agnes Person | Cold Turkey

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 […]

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Theodicy in Pure Barre

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 […]

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For Better or Worse

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 […]

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Shattering the Glass Kitchen

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 […]

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