Clyde Kessler, poet and naturalist, lives in Radford, VA with his wife Kendall and their son Alan. Several years ago they added an art studio to their home and named it Towhee Hill. His latest book of poems, Fiddling at Midnight’s Farmhouse (Cedar Creek Publishing), was illustrated by his wife, Kendall Kessler. East of Seven […]Read more "East of Seven Troughs, Nevada"
David Chorlton was born in Austria, grew up in rainy Manchester in England, and after spending most of the 1970s in Vienna he moved to Arizona. Since arriving in Phoenix he has pursued his writing, and been active in various capacities in the poetry world. The Bitter Oleander Press recently published his translations from the poetry […]Read more "The Wolves"
Mary Shanley is a poet/storyteller living in New York City. She has published four books and frequently publishes online and in print journals. Bodegas All Sell Flowers We don’t have many trees in my neighborhood, but the bodegas all sell flowers. This engenders the illusion that we are never too far from nature; living in […]Read more "Bodegas All Sell Flowers"
Edward Hemstreet is a surfacing artist from New Jersey, United States. His works are featured or forthcoming in Figroot Press, Into the Void Magazine, and The Gateway Review among others. When not writing, he may be found eating bushes of honeysuckle and drinking uncomfortable amounts of tea. The Fire Fast friends /_ bent _/ in the sun. |` Gold grain […]Read more "The Fire"
Rus Khomutoff is a neo surrealist language poet in Brooklyn, NY whose poetry has appeared in Erbacce, Occulum, Poethead, Rasputin and Hypnopomp, and in his first book Immaculate Days (Alien Buddha Press). Future reverse king The day at war with the night the spirit of awe a new music is a new mind keynote capabilities hallow mirth […]Read more "Future reverse king"
Winter Woods White mist drifts through rain-wet pines. Walking through the forest feels like a waking dream. Rubber soles against dark earth, plastered with shed leaves. Looking up, the sky is no-color. A counsel of cedars surrounds me. The further the trees, the more suffused in mist, until the world becomes a sea of clouds. […]Read more "Winter Woods"
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"
David Chorlton was born in Austria, grew up in rainy Manchester in England, and after spending most of the 1970s in Vienna he moved to Arizona. Since arriving in Phoenix he has pursued his writing, and been active in various capacities in the poetry world. The Bitter Oleander Press recently published his translations from the poetry […]Read more "Bees"
The kiwis ripen in winter. The begins. After cosmic things finished big banging each other. Eve grew weary of the confines of a garden, followed the vine with her eye beyond the hill to the next valley. Adam got busy naming things with the in front over and over again, noun-ness, thus-ness he understood with practice. kiwis sprawl on a […]Read more "The kiwis ripen in winter."
Annie Blake is an Australian writer, thinker and researcher. She is a wife and mother of five children. She started school as an EAL student and was raised and, continues to live in a multicultural and industrial location in the West of Melbourne. Her main interests include psychoanalysis and metaphysics. She is currently focusing on in medias res […]Read more "When I Fly Without Balloons"