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My hands are cupped, quivering, I deliver this gem to your inboxโ an invitation
Within the depths of my tormented essence/Dwells a swarm, of a thousand wasps, relentless.
Hey, this is me talking to you. I am important:ย I hold your head and protect your spinal cord.ย ย
I found something decaying when I cut myself open, unreadable prints and shapeless body.
For poet Diane Funston, aging means she can’t always catch loved ones from falling the way she used to, but maybe that’s ok.
With love and bragging rights on the line, the two former all-powerful gods do anything they can to prove themselves, sometimes putting mortal Jonathan in harm’s way.
In To Mend Infinity, poet Kate Matesic shares their experience of losing abilities as their chronic illness changes and progresses.
In her newest poem, Knee Brace veteran Diane Funston writes about arthritis, family, and the darkest time of year.
In their first poem for Knee Brace Press, Taylor Kovach writes about self-hatred and passive ideation.