Below is Part 1 of 16 monthly installments for Visitant. ◄◄ Read the prologue / introduction Brainwash: Well-Water Primer I, Dot Motley, am besotted with try-on and loose ends. In medieval days, I would have lived in a castle as a lady-in-waiting trained in raiment. Today, I’m the one kept waiting with detours, delays, and […]Read more "The Jill Hill | Brainwash: Well-Water Primer"
DS Maolalai is a poet from Ireland who has been writing and publishing poetry for almost 10 years. His first collection, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden, was published in 2016 by the Encircle Press. He has been nominated for Best of the Web and twice for the Pushcart Prize. The space. the best thing […]Read more "The space."
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"
Don Clermont currently holds a B.A. in French literature and has published literary research in Bishop’s University’s Journal of Eastern Townships Studies. As an emerging writer, he has also published poetry in SUNY Plattsburgh’s Z-Platt, 50 Haikus and Z Publishing House’s New York’s Best Emerging Poets. A few of his favorite contemporary poets are Nick Laird, Lloyd Schwartz, and Maria Nazos. Apple […]Read more "Apple Blossom New York Breeze"
Erric Emerson is a poet residing in the westerlands of Philadelphia. He is a founding member of Duende literary journal. His work has appeared in Beautiful Losers, Crabfat, Five:2:one, Neon, Gingerbread House, The Black Napkin, Mead, and By&By, among other places. The Passing Down a 1980-something coed rehab in upstate New York // an all-nighter tête-à-tête […]Read more "The Passing Down"
Two weeks ago, I wandered from the orchids, palms and shark reefs of Las Vegas’s Mandalay Bay into the Luxor pyramid. In the center of the neon tomb, across from the Margarita by the Yard kiosk, were neighboring exhibits: Bodies and Titanic. Did anyone pause to consider whether stuffing a freak show of skinned, disemboweled, […]Read more "Some Shit from the Gift Shop"
Everything I have learned about writing tells me that I should not be typing right now. The Boston attacks took place scant hours ago. I have no perspective. My emotions are raw. The event is too fresh, too new to be reflected upon. Except that this event does not feel fresh or new. Rather, there […]Read more "Why We Leave Flowers"