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Within the depths of my tormented essence/Dwells a swarm, of a thousand wasps, relentless.
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.
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.
Most people assume that if you only know one language, that language was easy to learn. English and I still battle.
“Our love laid thick and bitter on my tongue/I choked it down as not to spit/I laughed so not to lunge.”
Poet 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.