Uncomfortable, Yet Familiar: An Asylum Experience
I take you to my room on a cold April morning. My head usually feels like the boulder Sisyphus had to push up the hill but that day it was much worse. The littlest sounds felt like I was being waterboarded. Drip, drip, drip. They came to me like drops of water slowly hitting my head. Each one more agonizing than before.
Continue reading “Natalie Forsyth”
A short story inspired by Gertrude Stein
Once there were two gray maidens, one a slate always on the verge of silver and one a gray of rosedust and blue with platinum potential that had become too cool; one fair and one less so, one plain and one more so. Both maids, caught in a gray scale. Ms. Peppy, the silver-lined one, never truly got peppy for any old berry or any old boy. Ms. Placid, the one less so and more so, never truly got peppy for any old anything, least of all a boy.
Continue reading “Julian of NorWitch”
puddle kingdom
A little monster clogged my drain
Forced its mouth to bend
Space
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Madwomen in the Attic is going to be partnering with Herstory Training Institute and the College Consortium and the Coalition for Community Writing in the spring to offer writing workshops, but in the meantime, we would like to invite you to learn about our partnership with Herstory and the CCCW by joining us for a Saturday afternoon literary exploration of the potency of madness through memoir.
Continue reading “Magic, Meaning, and Madness: Reclaiming Our Power”
A Modern Day Slave
by Edward Walter
A mature man cannot have too much remorse without seeing his life shortened in a manner that no longer enables him to observe his kind. A human being rests sociable, the sound of exchanges between others remains a necessity in spite of the pain that any implication engenders. Suffering, chains, and ‘protocols’ are experienced as a violent slap of the soul, bruising the spirit, an injury of the awakened conscience. Continue reading “A Modern Day Slave”
Nekoye
by Alexander Opicho
It was Wenwa who prepared the grave in which the miscarried baby was buried. Continue reading “Nekoye by Alexander Opicho”
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