A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
For people like Caitlin Thomson and her family, a societal lack of COVID precautions is even more isolating than the early stages of the pandemic.
“When I question my upbringing,/my therapist draws a peak./Tells me all religions glimpse/different angles of the same structure.”
“Her dying happened in slow motion, like in a/dream you know is a dream but you/can’t wake up from.”
Grace F. Hopkins has been collecting myths and urban legends since she “wasted” her undergraduate degree studying English, Classics, and folklore. Read her poem at the link below.
Alan Abrams writes about grief, love, and baseball in his latest poem for Knee Brace Press.
“It’s my first time. I sink into cushy recliner. A monitor tracks blood pressure. The therapist adheres a finger sensor, a final electrode as I shut my eyes.”
In his latest poem, Andrew Hall writes about disability in the context of a relationship.
Red oblong, 3x… AM. Clink. LUNCH. Clink. DINNER. Clink. Repeat… 21
In this poem about grief and death, poet Alan Abrams tells us what it’s like to watch a friend fade away, knowing you could be next.
“I’ll spend my whole life/Disentangling from you/That’s all fine/I can handle it.”