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Depression
I’ll be in the meadow
picking flowers today,
but if you call me,
I’ll come right home.
A big bouquet
of purple and blue –
I’ll gather a bunch
and bring them back.
Call me home
if I am late picking
my scorpion grasses,
sad and sweet.
If night falls
and I’m not back,
have no worries;
I’ll be on the way.… Read more “Poetry by Ben Wright”
Emma Jones has spent much of her life navigating chronic illness, which inspired her curiosity about how others make space for their illness, create tools for resilience, and, most importantly, make meaning of their illness experiences. Through her project, The Nightstand Collective, she explores the lives of the chronically ill through the intimate space of the bedroom nightstand, and the items we keep close in times of vulnerability.… Read more “The Nightstand Collective: An Art Project by Emma Jones”
My skull is beneath a giant’s heel
He rocks it leisurely back and forth
Across the clouded, chewed cement
Taunting, tempting and teasing me
A pressure has been culminating for decades
He bellows gleefully, foot poised just so
His titanic weight balances precariously
Above the weak skin shielding my temple
Smile wide, he depresses experimentally
Pain trickles through clenched, grinding teeth
It is whimsy to him, my life, my lucidity
Just something he can play with at will
While I can barely see or hear anymore
The giant Foxtrots atop my eyes and ears
Spittle leaks from miserable, bile-filled cheeks
There is bloodlust in his bulging limbs now
He tastes the terror licking behind my mind
A birdlike skull such as mine is merely dust
In the momentum of a heavy, cobbled boot
A soul ruptures, and one thousand screams flee
Lannie Stabile likens the process of creative writing to spanking ketchup: grueling, but necessary. … Read more ““The Giant’s Heel” by Lannie Stabile”
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