Nuclear Winter

Nuclear Winter My grandmother told stories of smoke and smudge to save her navel orange groves in a Florida freeze. Sometimes her work failed. Then each Christmas she shipped a crate of oranges so thin-skinned they had to arrive fast. Fruit so flame-y orange we fell in love with hand-squeezing, licked juice from our fingers. […]

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Partial Endothermy

Elizabeth Sackett earned a degree in English with a writing concentration from SUNY Geneseo, where she received the Lucy Harmon Award for Fiction Writing and was published in Gandy Dancer. She has also been published in Gravity Of The Thing, Fickle Muses, Neon Literary Magazine and Subprimal Poetry Art, and enjoys writing about women, folklore, […]

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Agnes Person | Chagrin Falls

Below is Part 13 of 23 monthly installments for Visitant. ◄◄ Read the prologue / introduction: Meet Agnes Person ◄ Read the previous installment | Tree Line Chagrin Falls Boxed-in by February shadows, Agnes Person has cabin fever. Cowlicks have lowered her brow ridge Neanderthal-style. Slouching, she uses a stick tool called pencil to X out Groundhog […]

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Corpses

Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois has had over a thousand of his poems and fictions appear in literary magazines in the U.S. and abroad. He has been nominated for numerous prizes.  His novel, Two-Headed Dog, based on his work as a clinical psychologist in a state hospital, is available for Kindle and Nook, or as a print edition. He lives in […]

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Persephone

Anastasia Jill (Anna Keeler) is a queer poet and fiction writer living in the southern United States. She is a current editor for the Smaeralit Anthology. Her work has been published or is upcoming with Poets.org, Cleaver Magazine, FIVE:2:ONE, Ambit Magazine, Drunk Monkeys, Hawai’i Pacific Review, The Laurel Review: Fearsome Critters, and more. Persephone I am […]

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However They Keep Just to Themselves

Yuan Changming, nine-time Pushcart and two-time Best of the Net nominee, published monographs on translation before moving out of China. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan currently edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver; credits include seven chapbooks (including Dark Phantasms [2017]), Best of Best Canadian Poetry:10th Anniv. Ed., BestNewPoemsOnline, Threepenny Review and […]

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The Cricketer and Beckett

Nicholas Finch was raised between England and South Africa before moving to Florida. His influences include Ernest Hemingway, James Salter, Rudy Wilson, Andy Plattner, Jean Rhys and Laurie Lee. The former assistant editor of Neon Literary Journal, Finch attended University of Southern Mississippi’s Center for Writers. Finch has pieces published or forthcoming in Flash: The […]

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January

January Month of poems. Bark, rain-stripped and grey. Tears of amber sap, of cold, frost and snow days when even the birds go inside. Winter hedges us along, the red berries bright against the rust-brown, moss-covered, lichen-mottled shades of January. We must be careful what we think about these days. We’re at the age now […]

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Booze Writing

Booze Writing She writes the non-fiction marathon, grabs her metaphysical hangover to record the distillers, blogs recipes for old martinis, notes where mezcal comes from. Serious, full-time writing about booze, barstools and body/mind benders. Codifying as a way to stop her bingeing. Is that how it goes with loneliness? Scrawling about virtuous alone as relief […]

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The linen I threw to the washers

Mark G. Pennington was born 1985 and lives and writes in Kendal, UK. He has recently been nominated for the Pushcart prize.  He has poems in TL;DR, Scarlet Leaf Review, Futures Trading, Poetry Super Highway, The Blue Nib, Not Your Mother’s Breast Milk, Visions with Voices, Shot Glass Journal, Cease Cows, Poetry Pacific and is soon to appear in The Oddville […]

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