A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
Poetry
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By Erin CoppinMy rabbit heart is in your hands, warm and pulsing, living, skittish.
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By Pilate GrimmBut like the sun, there is Something elevating About the depression Some perspective above.
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By Caitlin ThomsonMost people assume that if you only know one language, that language was easy to learn. English and I still battle.
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By Rita Maria MartinezIt’s about mouth breathers, gum chewers, pen clickers, foot tappers
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By Melody DoverYears of tedious fighting with Pain I now tread the boundaries between
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By Karlen Lambert“Our love laid thick and bitter on my tongue/I choked it down as not to spit/I laughed so not to lunge.”
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By Barbara BrooksPoet and retired physical therapist Barbara Brooks writes a poem about the S curve of her spine, the pain that comes with it, and the peace that comes with knowing there is nothing she can do to change it.
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By Erin Coppin
“you were so, so bad at it. Just terrible, hitting every everloving bump.”
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By Rita Maria Martinez
“Pain sears my chest, radiates from an incision fish-netted by seventeen stitches.”