Haunted. A word I have never been able to understand. As a child, I made up stories of ghosts and ghouls, just for the sheer …
Ask Me about My Depression by Sarah Kirshner
Ask me about my depression. Ask me why I look so tired all the time. Ask me why my smile doesn’t reach my eyes. And …
Insomnia & My Mother by Meggie Royer
Yeah I’ve got a backbone that can’t decide between being its namesake and being a wishbone. My whole life I’ve been pulling the shorter end, …
Wolf Men by Nicole Deardorff
They loped up to me ‘Baby, hold yourself together, they can smell your fear.’ I grew up warned, always held my breath and willed my …
High School by Carissa Cicchini
School has taught me more about trying to fit in rather than getting to second period on time, and being picked last for dodgeball made …
Windowsill by Karen Draper
It’s cloudy here, and I’m not sure I feel real. Coffee never tastes the same twice, and there is always a part of my body …
Bad Guys by Megan Waring
No black hoodie and sunglasses. No lurking shadow. No dark alley. No knife in the back. No middle of the night. No in the closet. …
What I Never Wrote by Lori Werner
Every week I step on the tired scale wondering why I want to lose parts of myself. I open the refrigerator door just to look: …
The door opens. The temperature drops. by Emma Bovill
after Bon Iver You hold a book in your hands: oven-baked pages. home-stitched spine. handwritten print. You daft songbird, if you didn’t know a sharp …