by Sarah Toney (This story contains suicide.) The air was thin and icy. Breathing it in felt like swallowing shattered glass. The city was beautiful from this height and the boy wanted to reach out and feel the warmth of the setting sun. The heaviness in his chest felt a…
by Jo-Anne Lucas I’m sorry but we have filled the position…. I’m sorry but you are not my type…. I’m sorry but you are no longer welcome here…. It sucks It stings It scorns I’m sorry but I already have a job…. I’m sorry but I am seeing someone…. I’m…
By Jo-Ann Lucas some of us have kids and worry where they are even when they grow up some of us don’t and wish we did and worry about who we are some of us have hot flashes and long for our periods some of us bleed profusely wondering if…