what a diagnosis is
a way to justify a pill prescription,
a dull tool,
one doctor’s opinion,
an idea we can ponder
in the isolation room,
Laura-Marie River Victor Peace Nopales
Anna Quon
Sometimes Darkness Grips Me
Sometimes darkness grips me
By the hair and flings me into
Itself, like a stone
Or eats me alive
Like a prehistoric fish
Continue reading “Anna Quon”Palaces P.
Journey of Self-Discovery
by Palaces P.
I see those articles called, “Alternatives to Self-Harm,” and I think, there is no alternative
to self-harm.
Continue reading “Palaces P.”Jamie Quinn Mader
Alice
In a dark a whisper came, “I’m not well”
The last words she spoke before she fell
Swirling shades of black, unseen by all.
If she could speak again she’d call it a tumble not a fall.
Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue
The Secret in Her Eyes
Her eyes look a long while at mine
Tension building
As she fails to disclose the secrets behind them Continue reading “Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue”
Aaron Summer Javadi
“Amongst the Wildflowers”
I grew up amongst the wildflowers,
Where honeysuckle nights,
Blew the colored winds,
Through the fan-fared window.
Jillian Hanesworth
Take Care
I know you feel like ain’t nobody there
I know that you’re a good person and life just ain’t fair
Know you’re surrounded by people and you still feel alone
I know they’re looking at you crazy and you’re too afraid to share
Take care Continue reading “Jillian Hanesworth”
Jane Barnes
LOOKING FOR ROCHESTER
I’m writing this essay on a glorious day in July—Independence Day, actually—and I’m here to discuss looking for my own independence, which is not to say, loneliness or even solitude which I gratefully have and enjoy. Guests come and go, are marvelous company while they’re here, but it’s hard to deny that having the space again to balloon up your own ego, and things such as the nail on which to hold your own red potholders, is nice. Continue reading “Jane Barnes”
Nina Marin
Sipping Tea
and smokin weed
and
watering tomatoes
we gon be broke forever
we want that
it scares them Continue reading “Nina Marin”
Jacquie Prebich
Birthday Song
danced out of my mother’s womb
naked cold
cocooned in the afterbirth of art
cord snip cut
cries mute to scream
soul activated
oh, how the harsh light hurts
this was the house I was assigned to Continue reading “Jacquie Prebich”
Madwomen in the Attic 