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"
Poet’s note: My last entry on Visitant was “How to Swear,” a prose poem that ended with the hint of moving in another direction to blessing. On this Thanksgiving, “How to Bless.” How to Bless In Old English etymology, the word blessing began with sprinkling blood on a pagan altar—a hint of messy demands. The heart […]Read more "How to Bless"
Ah . . . we’ve made it past the Holi-daze. A time for wrapped presents and reluctant presence. A brave and glorious attempt at striking a balance in your checking account, on your bathroom scale, and in your personal and work lives. A festive cage match of fooding and feuding set in clashing red, green, […]Read more "Heart Of Winter"