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…
Tag: self-care
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…
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…
Why 30 Days? Why 30 Poems? Because April is the Cruelest Month
As we look back on our recently concluded 30 Days, 30 Poems Project celebrating National Poetry Month and continue to mark Mental Health Awareness Month in May, we are sharing this piece today, about the intersection between the two. If you are in the US and need urgent mental health assistance, you can call, text…
Onward and Upward and Inward
“Arrey Sambhal ke!”(Hey, be careful!) I heard the guide shout. Except, it was just one second too late. My shoe caught on a rock and I slid down the slope, the terrifying act happening so quickly that I didn’t even register it. And I’m glad that the slope was gentle and my slide ended with…
Ties that Bind
I’m going to tell you the story Da told me, and he says he got it from his own Da, Bill Verling. I don’t remember him – he died when I was about two – but Da swears up and down that Granda always spoke about what he saw that night in awe. Granda wasn’t…
Remnants from the Attic
It had to be a mistake. Ivo scrolled back up the page to give the listing another thorough look-over. It was titled Toystill in box, but Ivo knew it for what it really was. An original 1993 Megazord deluxe set. Hemicro-examined the grainy thumbnail, poring over every pixel of the pristine box. A globule offlashlight…
Ways of Saying “And”
I tried to answer my first wifein truth(e)that, yes, she is selfishand that this is good:Less wear, Few wounds, No rind where ought be ‘life.’But she gnashed and wailed,her Protestant iceberg atremble,and I curled back my wordswith the bad faith of the midway lover. We’d matched tattoos—still do, I’d think:Black ink ampersands,near or on our hands.Hers: a…
SAT Students and Boundaries
One of the perils of opening our magazine up to any submission is that you occasionally get a submission like this. The author requested we withhold their name to protect their identity and the identity of their SAT students. Enjoy! -Ed. SAT Students, Boundaries, Humours You have to know your students, and you have to…