Cameron Morse taught and studied in China. Diagnosed with a brain tumor in 2014, he is currently a third-year MFA candidate at UMKC and lives with his wife, Lili, in Blue Springs, Missouri. His poems have been or will be published in over 50 different magazines, including New Letters, pamplemousse, Fourth & Sycamore and TYPO. […]Read more "Week 6"
Karri Haen is a writer and science educator. Since earning her doctorate in molecular phylogenetics, Dr. Haen has worked as human anatomy and physiology teaching faculty. Her book of poetry, The Bone Collectors, is unpublished. She lives in Ames, Iowa with her husband and their two children. Ethan From the Hebrew name אֵיתָן (‘Eitan) meaning […]Read more "Ethan"
Karri Haen is a writer and science educator. Since earning her doctorate in molecular phylogenetics, Dr. Haen has worked as human anatomy and physiology teaching faculty. Her book of poetry, The Bone Collectors, is unpublished. She lives in Ames, Iowa with her husband and their two children. An alien concept A half empty auditorium where […]Read more "An alien concept"
Amitabh Vikram Dwivedi is assistant professor of linguistics at Shri Mata Vaishno Devi University, India. His research interests include language documentation, writing descriptive grammars, and the preservation of rare and endangered languages in South Asia. His most recent books are A Grammar of Hadoti (Lincom: Munich, 2012), A Grammar of Bhadarwahi (Lincom: Munich, 2013), and a […]Read more "जापा की बधाई | Congratulations for Successful Pregnancy: A Song in Hadoti"
This is the first in a series of three installments for Visitant featuring collaborative works from poet Dennis R. Kolakowski and artists Bruce Pipman and Charles W. “Bud” Gibbons, III (future installment). Biographies and back story below. Pure This is an inside joke of bottomless depth and boundless fate. One hundred dollars isn’t what it used […]Read more "Pure"
Lee Jaszlics is a technical writer and photographer living in Portland, Oregon. They share their life with a cat, two pet spiders and a dissecting microscope. Song For A Wasp Woman Do not forget to sing the morning rain That rattles glass eyes on your crawling home Caterpillar-dweller, my sister, my enemy— Come on out, […]Read more "Song For A Wasp Woman"
Below is Part 14 of 18 monthly installments for Visitant. ◄◄ Read the first installment / prologue ◄ Read the previous installment, LOTTE LANA Lana was bored and briefly chilly. Her boots were thin, and the laces restricted her ankles. Still, she had been able to escape the house in a wrap coat with a fur […]Read more "A Coven in Essex County | Lana"
Below is Part 13 of 18 monthly installments for Visitant. ◄◄ Read the first installment / prologue ◄ Read the previous installment, Elsewhere, It is Halloween LOTTE Sunlight seeped into the sky from the horizon, bleaching the mottled purple and perfect black of the night before into a crude imitation of day. The white and jagged […]Read more "A Coven in Essex County | Lotte"
When my grandmother got married strangers spit on her white dress as she left the cathedral, hissing Communist! When I was 12, I spit on my friend, a bubbly blob on her nose—her face, confused. I thought it would be funny. But what I felt was shame. Around the same age, on a Ferris Wheel, […]Read more "Spit"
Oh, if I wanted one perfect roundness to fit my hand as sweetly as an egg, it’s you, avocado. Lob your dark green skin north for salsa and fresh-squeezed limes. Soothe my tongue ravaged by sharp-toothed words, conform to my teeth, invite my tongue to roll in bland oil of green. Teach me timing. You […]Read more "Ode to the Avocado"