A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
Poetry
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“you were so, so bad at it. Just terrible, hitting every everloving bump.”
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“Pain sears my chest, radiates from an incision fish-netted by seventeen stitches.”
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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.
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“When I question my upbringing,/my therapist draws a peak./Tells me all religions glimpse/different angles of the same structure.”
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“Her dying happened in slow motion, like in a/dream you know is a dream but you/can’t wake up from.”
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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.
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“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.”
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In his latest poem, Andrew Hall writes about disability in the context of a relationship.
