A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
Poetry
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By Melody DoverNo longer a phone call, hug or visit I feel a hollow in my heart
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By Diane FunstonIn her newest poem, Knee Brace veteran Diane Funston writes about arthritis, family, and the darkest time of year.
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By Erin Coppin1. Are you more or less tired now than you were before starting this questionnaire?
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By Pilate GrimmI bled like ink through paper Painted over watercolour Every season, same reason Leaving phantoms, pink fusion
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By Taylor KovachIn their first poem for Knee Brace Press, Taylor Kovach writes about self-hatred and passive ideation.
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By Pilate Grimm
You were a girl on Venus Held my hand through the hallway, then the exit of our School, then to the Venue with our dresses I said, “But I’m promised to a Man down on Earth,” Then I knew.
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By Pilate GrimmBut like the sun, there is Something elevating About the depression Some perspective above.
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By Caitlin ThomsonMost people assume that if you only know one language, that language was easy to learn. English and I still battle.