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  • A white nonbinary person with short, brown hair wearing a gray sweater. They smile with their mouth closed and have a nose piercing.
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    In To Mend Infinity, poet Kate Matesic shares their experience of losing abilities as their chronic illness changes and progresses.

  • Melody Dover
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    No longer a phone call, hug or visit I feel a hollow in my heart

  • A white woman with short, white hair sits on a black couch with two small dogs in her lap. She wears a tank top with a leaf pattern and turquoise pants.
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    In her newest poem, Knee Brace veteran Diane Funston writes about arthritis, family, and the darkest time of year.

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    1. Are you more or less tired now than you were before starting this questionnaire?

  • Pilate Grimm
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    I bled like ink through paper Painted over watercolour Every season, same reason Leaving phantoms, pink fusion

  • The photo is in black and white and depicts a white person with long, dark hair smiling to the right of the shot.
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    What if I did not know my shadowed self was yet alive?

  • A white person with short, light brown hair and black, rectangular glasses smiles with their mouth closed. They wear a black T-shirt. The background is cream colored.
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    In their first poem for Knee Brace Press, Taylor Kovach writes about self-hatred and passive ideation.

  • A white woman with short, brown hair gazes at the camera. She wears bright red lipstick, dangly silver earrings, and a black turtleneck sweater. The background is a white wall with yellow and pink tulips painted on it.
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    In Toothpaste, the essayist learns to live with PTSD as a result of illness, surgeries, and medical malpractice.

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    “Without the doppelganger, I think Such Lovely Skin would still be an interesting (albeit less entertaining) story about grief and self-forgiveness, and those kinds of horror stories where the human component is still really compelling without the monster are my favorite. The monster just heightens everything that’s already there.”

  • Pilate Grimm
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    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.