John Langenfeld entered the Texas prison system at the age of twenty-one and served fifteen consecutive years. While incarcerated he earned a bachelor’s degree in psychology from Sam Houston State University and a master’s degree in literature from University of Houston at Clear Lake. John is a lifetime member of Sigma Tau Delta – International […]Read more "Olin Steps Out"
This is the second 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. All Love is Equal in Memory The clouds have been innocent since before slavery since before anyone had any reason to be nailed to […]Read more "All Love is Equal in Memory"
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"
Dennis Mont’Ros is a Cuban American and military veteran pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing at the University of South Florida. He is currently co-editor for both poetry and fiction at the journal Saw Palm: Florida Literature and Art. Dennis was a finalist for The Iowa Review’s 2016 Jeff Sharlet Memorial Award for Veterans. The […]Read more "The Devil Cloaked in Sun"
Ryan Bayless lives in Austin, Texas and teaches English and Fine Arts at Texas A&M University-Central Texas where he also serves as editor of The Lookout: A Journal of Literature and the Arts. His poems have appeared in The Wayfarer, Canary, The Aurorean, Tipton Poetry Journal, Wilderness House Literary Review, Right Hand Pointing, Written River, […]Read more "The Names of Birds"
I’m filling my Earl Grey tea cup this morning at work when the weirdest water cooler conversation bubbles up. “Let me ask you a strange question.” I smile nervously, “OK.” “You ever close your eyes and press your fingers into your eyelids?” “Yeah, fireworks light show.” “Exactly!” He flutters his eyes closed and lightly demonstrates […]Read more "On Floaters and Flashes"
So, today—well, it’s like everyday, but sometimes more connective than others. A small sea of tables wait quietly and orderly in the dining room. Glinting glassware waiting to be filled. Empty tables waiting for me to wait. Every newly seated table is a microcosm, a little world unto itself. Walking up is a quick study’s […]Read more "Order Up: Memoirs of a Waitress"