A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
In To Mend Infinity, poet Kate Matesic shares their experience of losing abilities as their chronic illness changes and progresses.
No longer a phone call, hug or visit I feel a hollow in my heart
In her newest poem, Knee Brace veteran Diane Funston writes about arthritis, family, and the darkest time of year.
1. Are you more or less tired now than you were before starting this questionnaire?
I bled like ink through paper Painted over watercolour Every season, same reason Leaving phantoms, pink fusion
In their first poem for Knee Brace Press, Taylor Kovach writes about self-hatred and passive ideation.
You were a girl on Venus Held my hand through the hallway, then the exit of our School, then to the Venue with our dresses I said, “But I’m promised to a Man down on Earth,” Then I knew.
My rabbit heart is in your hands, warm and pulsing, living, skittish.