EDITORS' PICKS  are favorites selected on a monthly basis by various members of the board from previous editions of the  journal.  

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posted Sep 21, 2016, 6:41 PM by Walkabout Litjournal   [ updated Sep 21, 2016, 6:42 PM ]


Art Feature, February 2015

posted Jul 13, 2015, 6:29 AM by Walkabout Litjournal   [ updated Jul 17, 2015, 3:08 PM ]

"We Believable Slaves Blink Back" by Kevin Barrett Kane
Walkabout 2014 Edition
Piece Selection by Jillian Sennett

Lithograph
22" x 18"

Art Feature, January 2015

posted Jul 13, 2015, 6:17 AM by Walkabout Litjournal   [ updated Jul 17, 2015, 3:10 PM ]

"Untitled" by Chelsea Lewis
Walkabout 2014 Edition
Piece Selection by Jillian Sennett

Acrylic Ink
16" x 20"


Poetry Feature, December 2014

posted Dec 26, 2014, 1:30 PM by Walkabout Litjournal   [ updated Jul 17, 2015, 3:12 PM ]

"Ultraviolet Deluge" by Eric G. Miller
Walkabout 2014 Edition
Piece Selection/Review by Kate Ross


KR: For me, this piece encapsulates the most important parts in quality poetry. Miller’s unique structure, pacing, use of the senses, and approach of language are just a few of the things that make it superior. To begin, Miller seems to have a natural syncopated rhythm all of his own that comes out in sections such as:
 
            “yellow-grey
on the   navy’s blues
            lying supine    on
                        transparent cellophane
            bed frames, so that the snow speak of sunburns”.
 
KR: In this, Miller staggers the rhythm with “yellow-grey on the navy’s blues” and then sooths the reader’s tension with his clever rhyme, “lying supine” surrounded by intelligent slant rhymes within the stanzas such as “supine” to “cellophane” to “bed frames”. This original pacing also mirrors his original pace of thought and image throughout the poem, which is heavily aided by his use of stunning synesthetic images. He writes:
 
“come on little gamma ray
whistle   the sound of
    trees falling   in the sand
of a pale lit nocturne”. 

KR: Miller floods the reader’s mind with all of the senses packed tightly in one thought. He continues the stanza by reinventing a cliché through personification of time and a unique and strong use of word play when he says:
 
“it’s all very pretty
if there’s noon there to
hear it”
 
KR: “Noon” being both midday and no one. I could continue for pages about the brilliance and invention of this poem. But for now, I’ll just leave it as, well done. 

Fiction Feature, November 2014

posted Nov 10, 2014, 11:51 PM by Walkabout Litjournal   [ updated Jul 17, 2015, 3:13 PM ]

"Untitled" by Peyton Parker
Walkabout 2013 Edition
Piece Selection by Megan Swenson


I buried the thing in the bottom of my bag that I carried to work with the chips and the gummy strawberries and the dust. Then I buried it in my pillow fluff. And in the dirt under the blackberry plants that ripened and dried. I buried it all over the place. Sometimes half of it would be buried in the oatmeal and the other under the shirt on the bathroom floor and since I could never find both halves at once, I usually left the house without either.

It was actually not a good idea.

My friends would bring it up indirectly but obviously like “things are getting a little out of control” or “I thought of you the other day when I saw this thing but right now I can’t remember exactly what it was” or “things are weird but that’s life.” Since it was indirect, I could usually just pretend I wasn’t picking up on things like I used to.

And then I’d wonder if I loaned the thing to them and they were indirectly asking if I wanted it back.

All this happened to me and I was stuck in a space much like a closet or a stable. But with no clothes or hay, just the constant urge to remember.

My feet are colder in the morning than in the night. I think it has something to do with my socks coming off, but also something that I think of that makes all of the blood rush to my head.

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