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

Our legs are tired

We’re closing up shop at W.I.S.H. with ideas for opening up in the future.  Nostrovia! Poetry, our father publisher, is a time consuming project, and along with Gatsby’s Abandoned Children, UndergroundBooks, the threat of homelessness, and the upcoming Mobile Bookstore, my plate is piled high with a meal I’m just starting to cut through the appetizers of.

If you’re after publication, Nostrovia! Poetry is currently accepting submissions through multiple venues.

Thanks for walking with us.


-Jeremiah Walton, Gatsby’s Abandoned Children

Corpses under clouds


Sky Burial
by Michele Seminara

I look so unremarkable
but then I imagine
so do you.
And the secrets inside
that we like to hide
are probably boring too.
So listen
why don’t we share them?
Cut our guts open
and air them?
We can have a sky burial
and invite birds of carrion
to transform
our dark feelings to food.

(First published in The Blue Hour Magazine 2013)