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Literary Pilgrims Welcome. Submissions open up March 1, 2022

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

Hello literary friends! Our submissions will be closing temporarily on Jan. 1 and will reopen on March 1. We have received an increasing number of submissions over the past few months and we need to give ourselves time to sift through the goodies. Please mark your calendars! ❤️

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"I pinch at the tiny rocks
on the ground for hours,
until going backwards
I become the first body
on a planet too young for this."

Poetry from @Bill_p_Erickson

https://t.co/oLHHUojRZa

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"It’s just us, I think,
and the bees, floating through the dark.
Sometimes I approach quietly,
hoping to hear the buzzing,
hoping we’re still
alive."

Poetry from @benharnett
https://t.co/S18Ry61FmV

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

Winter Undertow https://t.co/mNup0UKPCu

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"I have thought of that moment these long years
have you?
the memory saves me from mischief

now I imagine the scurry
of the spotted whiptail lizard
is your voice rattling in the scree"

Poetry by @drjrforman

https://t.co/RXZwnO2GkF

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

Banana Chain https://t.co/cj86vd4SLk

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

Aftermath https://t.co/PCV03AM0s9

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"It’s the blue throat
captioning our brains, saying color, wow,
color, fire, no words, shake a million nerves
then scratch out every voice."

Poetry by Clyde Kessler
https://t.co/rl3iZ69o5x

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"Last night the sky was a child
coughing into a blanket, drawing
itself from a pale aurora jabbed
with another storm on the sun,
as if it’s got a circle of old friends
jumping tombstones."

Poetry from Clyde Kessler
https://t.co/RZly82dfzr

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"Then the miracle that my cupped hands
in hers hold water, no leaks,
no protruding river veins or age stains,

they look prayerful rather than begging."

Poetry by @triciaknollwind
https://t.co/iMXGbuwWUX

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"this moderate rain,

more from the eaves than
the clouds. I’ve long closed
the blinds; I hear it,

not see it. Like
the tentative steps
of would-be visitors

killed in car crashes."

Poetry from Mark Henderson
https://t.co/mWmu9FElYL

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"Humans
Are the success of their failure time and time again. That’s what’s truly alien. Truly unnatural
As the sky opens up, the black roll of stars, planets –
Some like necks on the gallows, some like an arena stage."

Poetry by @clliedekev
https://t.co/j8jvcYp2V8

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"They say, All I want is to live here
and not think of the other eggs,
other birds. Why must I
think of them?"

Poetry from Diane Callahan @QuotidianWriter

https://t.co/tCcaiel0p2

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"This time, personal-trained
and pilate-stretched, I arrive
at the pier, settle into a rowboat
and maneuver to the middle
of the lake where I feather
the oars, transfixed by a fish
with shimmering silver scales."

Poetry from Jan Ball
https://t.co/iRhc9cKidb

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"A coterie of chick-a-dees
communes
in my maple tree.
A tribe of constellations
self-distances
in the rising night.
Brown-robed monastics
bow
before broken bread."

Poetry from Carolyn Martin
https://t.co/8IeMWtm40l

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"The kid and the dad eat
tomatoes like heaven
straight from the garden
all sun warm and sweet
the kid likes all this growing stuff
sniffs fingers tomato scented."

Poetry from Eve Rifkah
https://t.co/BcKyURHWMT

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"I’ve grown weary of the restless noise
of earth, so I plan to gadabout the universe
in search of alternatives to humanoids."

Poetry by Carolyn Martin
https://t.co/y1SSNcsRqb

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"Fake Eyes presses down on the black and gold
Spray top, a mist pours down onto my wife’s wrist,
The aftershock of a coastal storm - two presumed lost."

Poetry by @clliedekev
https://t.co/GGdl3gUn1q

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"Station after station
of unmanned ticket booths
MetroCard swipes unlock another world."

Poetry from @ajanov https://t.co/1p7NvAFS7D

[Visitant @VisitantLit]

"We raise our heads
from the new trail to see their heights
some look store bought
even though they have never been inside."

Poetry from @MBazilian
https://t.co/ywFU7Z6mxV