Kristina Krumova is 29 years old and she lives in Sofia, Bulgaria. She has a Master’s Degree in Contemporary History from Sofia University and she was an Editor at New Social Poetry Magazine, (Bulgaria). Her work was published in North of Oxford, Ann Arbor Review, The Pangolin Review, Rusty Truck, The Conclusion Magazine, Oddball Magazine […]Read more "The Right"
Laura Sobbott Ross is a widely published award-winning poet whose work has appeared in more than 100 literary journals. In addition to four Pushcart Prize nominations, she was a finalist for the Art & Letters Poetry Prize and won the Southern Humanities Auburn Witness Poetry Prize. She has published two chapbooks, A Tiny Hunger and […]Read more "Woman Wants to Have the First Baby Born on Mars"
October Doleful Calm: only one leaf flutters at a time, not warning, a whisper. The setting sun slunk to hide behind the hills and for one minute maple leaf shadows dance on our blank wall. Your phone caught it as video. Chickadees show no fear at the birdbath near where I rocked away the summer […]Read more "October Doleful"
Below is Part 19 of 23 monthly installments for Visitant. ◄◄ Read the prologue / introduction: Meet Agnes Person ◄ Read the previous installment | Eyestalks Surfactants Up early with morning sickness, Agnes Person pulls her ponytail offside and hunches over the toilet. TN cocks his head and thumps his tail against the tub. The dog is […]Read more "Agnes Person | Surfactants"
Susan Cronin studied at Rutgers University, Sarah Lawrence College, and The New School, where she earned an MFA. Her poetry has appeared in a numerous journals including Nashville Review, DMQ Review, White Stag, Gingerbread House, Josephine Quarterly, indicia, Figroot Press, and the inaugural issues of Varnish, and The Cerurove. The Foundling A tangle of silver […]Read more "The Foundling"
I want to see a star from a high place, not necessarily a mountain. Maybe a tree limb. To sit quietly, no kicking my leg or swaying my body like I have a baby in my arms. That baby is grown up and learning to fly fish thousands of miles away on a lake where […]Read more "My Impatience is like a fish"
My mother is deep in her bed with her socks on, sticking out. She never wore socks, so I remember it surprised me. Her heels were always cracked, like mine are now, and though she perpetually tried to soften them, with creams and socks and special razors, in the summer they immediately toughened up, calloused […]Read more "In the Jungle"
Eva Soni’s baby is a little different. At 3 1/2 months, her baby is already crawling, climbing, and doing pull-ups. Instead of gentle tickling and soft cooing, Eva’s baby enjoys biting. Like most infants, Eva’s enjoys affection and naps, but that won’t stop her from attacking Eva’s face—because Eva’s baby is a gorilla. Born on […]Read more "Not Your Average Baby Mama"
To the tune of “You Are My Sunshine.” Here come the boobies, the milky boobies. They’ll make you happy, and oh so glad. They’ll fill you belly, and make you merry. Drink your milk. You’ll grow big and strong. To the tune of “Oops I Did It Again.” Oops I did it again. I sprayed […]Read more "Songs To Nurse To"
Something For Mother’s Day: I stand in the middle of the shower and squeeze. The water washes over my body in a warm rush, but I still shiver. The stream falls across my face as I stand patiently under the spray. I concentrate with a furrowed brow, so the water funnels between my eyes, running […]Read more "Squeezing the Life Out of It"