You may be thinking about submitting a piece of writing to this magazine. You may be wondering what the guidelines for submission are. The main one is: let’s talk. Let me know you want to submit a piece. Show it to me. If it’s too long we’ll publish it in installments. If it’s a bit…
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Salt
I’ve been lying in the dark for days. It will help you breathe better, comes a voice from the corner of the room. A honeyed light silently blooms, the shadows vanish. My eyes scrape open. I do not want the shadows gone. I try to remember the last time I slept in swathes and not…
Tibetan Exile: 3 Poems
Betrayal My father dieddefending our home,our village, our country.I too wanted to fight.But we are Buddhist.People say we should bePeaceful and Non-Violent.So I forgive our enemy.But sometimes I feelI betrayed my father. My Tibetanness Thirty-nine years in exile.Yet no nation supports us.Not a single bloody nation!We are refugees here.People of a lost country.Citizen to no…
Bisexual Visibility: No One has to Feel that Way Again
I knew I was bisexual when I was fifteen. I came out when I was fifty-four. You do the math. I don’t want to blame anyone; I lacked the tools to say, or even admit to myself, who I am for almost four decades. But I have to say the deck was stacked against me…
Suicide Awareness: The Temptation to Ragequit
Hello from your editors! We have a few pieces lined up for you for both Suicide Prevention Month and Bi Visibility Month. As for why we are not doing this in September? Well… bunch of illnesses among our editors. C’est la vie (we hope). So thank you for sticking with us through our hiatus and…
Peanut Butter
I bought peanut butter today. Buying peanut butter is nothing new.I love the sticky smooth feeling as it moves through my mouth, The way it lingers a moment longer than I might want it to, how that takes me backTo memories of beach parties with my big brother, how I proudly made lunch for him:two…
One More Thing
Colonel Edward Thomas Ryan died in June 2024, during Pride month. His obituary was shared with me by a friend who, like Colonel Ryan, lives in upstate New York. While I didn’t know Colonel Ryan, I saw in his words a man who lived a brave life and, in death, chose even more bravery: coming…
The Weight of Expectations
My daughter came into this world at 6:05 p.m, screaming in protest at the bright lights and cold air. My husband cut the umbilical cord. She was taken to the other side of the room to be weighed, measured, and cleaned. Although I had only held her briefly, my arms already felt so empty without…
Moth Wings
The cigarette hurt my throat, but I finished it quick to impress Grant. We lean against the pigeon-poo-stained railing under the bridge next to the river, watching the pool we made with our spit. A disgusting moth repeatedly flew into the flickering light that lit up the bridge we were standing beneath. The sound of…
Sleep & the Raveled Sleeve: Mental Health Shorts
May is Mental Health Awareness Month. And we decided to showcase a variety of approaches and perspectives–two memoirs followed by one work of fiction. We noticed that sleep plays a big role in all three and that is no coincidence–too little sleep or too much is such a common ingredient in a person’s mental health…
“Sucker” and “Respire. expire:”
Sucker She circled it around her tongue.The stick clasped between newly stained red nails.Twirling it back and forth between her swollen lips.The threat of stickiness lingered as sugar infested salivatrembled towards her fingers.She allowed her canines to pierce throughas she crunched downon the glassy exterior shattering in her mouth.Lollipops were her favourite, especially now her…