A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
Christa Fairbrother’s poem A Villanelle for the Utensils is an ode to spoonies everywhere – and the effort it takes for us to complete the tasks others finish so easily.
“My chest aches. A deeply centered tightness. A pain in the bones./I fight to breathe, bend or twist.” Poet Hannah Frost lets us in on her life with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome.
In her newest poem for Knee Brace Press, the prolific Mandy Beattie asks, “How many footsteps in a full stop?”
In her new poem, April McCloud describes her experience as a disabled person having disabled friends.
Is your disability invisible, or is it not real at all? In her newest poem, April McCloud tackles medical gaslighting, self doubt, and more in a single declaration.
In his first essay for Knee Brace Press, Lev Raphael writes about the connections he shares with his late mother, including her coffee habits, her love of languages, and her arthritis.
Why can’t assistive devices be beautiful? By Janis Butler Holm.
“It’s getting bad again – I mean, this is technically the worst it’s ever been …” In her new poem, sickness in the seams of it all, Sophie Mattholie writes about her experience with POTS.
“You are born drowning. At the bottom of the ocean, your lungs fill with saltwater and sludge. Anglerfish light the immutable night, bright white spots catching on their jagged teeth and misshapen eyes.”
Poet April McCloud (she/her, 1% bionic human) writes about her complex relationship with disability in the form of an application.