Poetry Issue #15: Harmony October 7, 2024 Two Poems by Kitzia Esteva-Martinez Pero nosotros podemos con las manos platicar We can talk through our hands I always have seven thoughts running in my head at once. Maybe it’s my head, maybe it’s my wholeness that speaks to itself I am often lonely in this endeavor, speaking to the void inside my brain as if a void was an oasis And am often over-accompanied; by the many voices, universes and lives within The voices of my characters ...
Read MorePoetry Issue #13: Animals & Health July 24th, 2023 Three Poems by David Icenogle Arts and Crafts at the Psych Ward The colored pencils are pointless to use because they’re pointless, part of protocol for us, the beltless bunch, so the pencils stay long and the crayons get used to the knuckle. They cut out many craft options because scissors are off the table. The uncovered clay gets dry and unusable unless you smash it with all you got. And some do with all they got ...
Read MorePoetry Issue #12: Diagnosis December 31st, 2022 Three Poems by Rebekah E. Bartlett Automata The tapes burn into my skin. The machine drubs back my rhythm. Around me tumble words: Arrhythmia, p-waves, systolic as the doctors’ murmur over my heart’s sudden antics. Strange, how often I begged that heart to break in grief, rage, despair; wondered it could endure such pain to no good end. And now it is breaking, I see it was not mine to command, was never a heart of sighs and words but a clockwork, timebound ...
Read MorePoetry Issue #12: Diagnosis December 31st, 2022 Two Poems by Amy Haddad Exam Rooms Are Often Windowless When we first arrived hours ago, it was sunny, now pouring. We hear the drum roll of rain on the metal roof, the damp complaints of thunder. We sat in the big waiting room well past my appointed time, then finally felt a lift of hope when we were herded back into this airless box of a room, only to continue the long wait for my pathology ...
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