Author: Jeremiah Walton

Walking Is Still Honest Press & The Southern Collective Experience

Jeremiah Walton:

Thanks to The Southern Collective Experience, we’re back, with new spine, new editors, and new walks to publish.

Originally posted on Nostrovia! Tavern:

ATTENTION ALL:

Walking Is Still Honest is up & running with new spine. The initial domains acquired to manage the website expired.  I’m currently writing this in Tucson, Arizona, where Nostrovia! Poetry has been hosting shows, is preparing for the 2015 NYC Poetry Festival, and relaunching its love.  There’s a lot of pancakes stacked here.  Having gotten off the road recently, the financial stability of work has eluded me, and we did not have the funds for a new domain.

Yet, Walking Is Still Honest Press is alive & kicking, thanks to the assistance of The Southern Collective Experience, who stepped forward to purchase a new domain for us, and joined on board with the project.  For that, we are grateful.  W.I.S.H. is still a sub project of Nostrovia! Poetry, but is now under the protection & guidance of a grounded publishing press that isn’t managed out of a…

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October’s Sun makes love with the quietness of Moons

October’s Ruse
by Bianca Bertrand
.
We danced in Momma’s backyard
(all knees and elbows)
 never thinking about what would happen
if one day we forgot about “us”
Seasons changed and like leaves
we
fell.
October forgot about us
and December laughed.
The end is here and I am high,
inhaling sublime clouds
and puffy smoke
…yes, that’s what’s burning my eyes
(I promise I’m not crying)

In the shower, to love

Eastern Lover
by Deborah Wong

I bribe the concierge
They gave me the room
that
You’ve spent a night in
The minute I step in
To the bathroom
I strip, down to the very last
The tub could not accommodate me
I turn the shower
On
Heaven befall
Me in drenching
Absolutely suffocating You!
Forming like water of nitrogen
Vacuum-packed inside

Cleansing me
Inside out
Eerie
Cold
Housing lust
Scrimmage of insatiability
I lean against the ceramic wall
Limbs & legs hanging
Tired –
Impotent
Licking wild fire
Careful not to breach
Your lips and fingertips
Enduring, towards & until when –

Larva – answering prayers,
The spaces between us

We have resumed Walking

Honesty is our oldest martyr. W.I.S.H. died for honesty. Now, we have been resurrected and are once again accepting submissions.  We hope to see old readers and writers return, and to have the usual onslaught of terrific poems and art pieces hit our inbox.

How we go about publishing has changed dramatically.  We now provide web-based issues and the usual blog post publishing, but the logistics for publication have changed slightly.  Read our submission guidelines, and shoot your mouth off.

Previously published work is accepted.  Why?  Because we’re not looking to get to your work first. We’re looking to publish what we love and hurts and swoons us.

with love,
Jeremiah, John, & Holly