Three Dogs I watched three dogs play in the surf today, they were not heartbroken at all. They had loved, but it was pure: sea, air, salt, sun.Read more "Three Dogs"
Stephanie Luka was born in 1997 to a Dutch mother and a Congolese father. She discovered her fascination with the arts only after quitting her career as a professional gymnast and entering the University of Amsterdam at the age of sixteen. Her work emanates mostly from dreams; it strives to acknowledge and interpret these fragmentary, […]Read more "Observations From the Lighthouse"
Below is Part 15 of 18 monthly installments for Visitant. ◄◄ Read the first installment / prologue ◄ Read the previous installment, LIZA CORA Cora examined her filthy nails and sighed before returning to the broken lobster trap. How different things were from when she had first arrived in Innsmouth, speaking only Marshallese, Pijin English, and […]Read more "A Coven in Essex County | Cora"
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. Homage to the […]Read more "Homage to the First Crew Landing"
i was hoping to see you yesterday needed to read sure your words are still there spent so long near the estuary pacing paid paged visits to so many rivers swam whole volumes to find our stories but couldn’t find you yesterday wanted to red flag you to make […]Read more "narrative personal"
In the world, there is forever fever: We read the signs, blazing in historic orange. We straddle our majestic fates, ride our caution horses up to the edge, and prepare ourselves to be known, We drop our weapons in the dust, and unveil with the other prairie dogs—a global disrobal. We read too much tar […]Read more "Exquisite Cognomen or “How to Name Our Pain”"
What made it all worse was that you had this dream of being a messenger of death. Because in this dream, the news of death was delivered to the individual by a series of worker bees, like yourself, who gave the mortal person a hand-written letter. The hand wrote in a large scrawl and was […]Read more "A Messenger"